Then I thought, "No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel.
Sylvia PlathPiece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved oneโs ashes, the gray scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark heart of New York.
Sylvia Plath