iphigenia (
iphigenia
) wrote
2002
-
11
-
07
10:39 am
exactly
I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
from Sylvia Plath's "Elm"
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