It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.
Sylvia PlathCold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit- An effect, a cosmetic. You smile. No, it is not fatal.
Sylvia PlathI guess they call it suicide, but I'm to full to swallow my pride I can't stand losing you The Police Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
Sylvia Plath