knife in my head

“I am chained to my rock; forced to do nothing; doomed to let every worry, spite, irritation and obsession scratch and claw and come again.”

“What we love is very terrible, and talking doesn’t ease it, and nothing does but just itself.”

“All the light was gone out of her. She had frightening lonely dreams about being lost and looking for someone whose name she had forgotten.”

“I have a childish hope to gather all I love together and sit down beside and smile.”

From ‘Tulips’ by Sylvia Plath

“And she has a big slit in her throat, and her head has been cut off–a double mutilation. Otherwise she is perfect. She has great dignity and great presence and she is waiting. She is undisturbed. People do things to her but she can endure it, she can stand it, it doesn’t affect her, mutilated as she is”

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