"What is your greatest desire?"
asked the familiar voice inside my head
as my fingers slipped through Plath's Ariel

The silence turned nothing but merrier
It knew, the voice, that I am as well dead
The frailty and fragility to escape this peril

"The will to live and the guts to love."
: the answer carved on my gravestone above

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November 2021

Tribute to Sylvia Plath