if beauty were perfectly transcribed from ideal into the soul of one person ms plath was this personification but to balance the wonder she could pull from the aether there must be a profound sadness to keep the scales afloat

it is in the heart of this sorrow that ms plath did the unthinkable

it is the heart of that same sorrow i wish to tell her that i see her i feel her

and i understand

being bashed against the rocks crushed beneath the simply unfathomable weight of being

so i will curl up with your words, ms plath, let the sorrow soak the screen as the underbelly of infinite sorrow plays it’s siren song the way you heard it

the world murdered you, you didn’t take your own life

the world murdered you, you were a victim of living

the world murdered you the same way it murders us all

it just got to you quicker