[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.
Anne SextonThen all this became history. Your hand found mine. Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot. Oh, my carpenter, the fingers are rebuilt. They dance with yours.
Anne SextonThief!- how did you crawl into, crawl down alone into the death I wanted so badly and for so long.
Anne SextonI tell you what you’ll never really know: all the medical hypothesis that explained my brain will never be as true as these struck leaves letting go.
Anne Sexton