Found Poetry 472

12/22/20

lost and cold in my notes
a bulk of rough bark
I see light but no sparks
papery ideas flickering
with paper cuts prickling
red stain on shirt at night
hand writing curtains of letters
wood table a hull on slant
nervous but pliant in the fight

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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