I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
Sylvia PlathWhy do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled โenemy?
Sylvia PlathI am still raw. I say I may be back. You know what lies are for. Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.
Sylvia Plath