The sickness rolled through me in great waves. After each wave it would fade away and leave me limp as a wet leaf and shivering all over and then I would feel it rising up in me again, and the glittering white torture chamber tiles under my feet and over my head and all four sides closed in and squeezed me to pieces.
Sylvia PlathI felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth.
Sylvia PlathWhen I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.
Sylvia PlathI'm sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I'm still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.
Sylvia Plath