Found Poetry 304

5/14/20

the stuff leans on me
clambering in my brain
remembering the pain
cuffs choking my arms
depressed windowless room
a box really
hearing the rain
Chinese water...oh just kill me
I engraved my name on every wall
from The Wiser

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

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