The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.
Anne SextonI am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.
Anne SextonGod went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. They became stone. My body became a side of mutton and despair roamed the slaughterhouse.
Anne Sexton