Found Poetry 466

12/18/20

in a room with bright lights and wishes throughout
hungry slot machines pose with open mouths
run over and feed me your money they shout
those given over make the carpet worn out

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

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