Found Poetry 856

12/16/21

green grained bud on a napkin
cloth my small home
I wear my mask of no mask
my skin longer than yours
try it and you'll melt
dying of thirst before your first step
in my second-hand shoes
feeling the second hand move

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

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