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Found Poetry 586


a spiral of stairs hanging in the center
a smooth metal rail like bone
feel it twist and turn up
the one you fell down with scars
when you were young
and found every splinter in the home

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

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