↪ 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑨𝑻 𝟑 𝑨.𝑴 . ( a series of sentence starters from sylvia plath’s “ the collected poems ” . adjust phrasing as necessary .)
my mendings itch . there’s nothing to do .
what ceremony of words can patch the havoc ?
stop crying . open your hand .
it is a terrible thing , to be so open .
i am too pure for you or anyone .
it’s easy to blame the dark .
how free it is , you have no idea how free .
it must be one or the other of us .
it was a kind of marriage , being so close .
i couldn’t sleep for a week .
it is comfortable , for a change , to mean so little.
your room is lousy with flowers .
now i resemble a sort of god .
nobody can tell what i lack .
i suppose it’s pointless to think of you at all .
i can stay awake all night , if need be .
this is not what i meant .
i can’t get it out of my mind .
when you kick me out , that’s what i’ll remember .
i wasn’t fooled . i knew you at once .
if the moon smiled , she would resemble you .
your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing .
i do not trust the spirit .
one day , it won’t come back .
they will wonder if i was important .
oh god , i am not like you .
there is no stopping it .
we have come so far , it’s over .
tonight will be , in every respect , like every other night .
that’s how you always talk before we start .
if i didn’t trust you at this , i wouldn’t trust myself .
at least i feel less dread of the world beyond ours .
i admit it : i’m afraid .
i dreamed of doing it , and now it’s done .
what manner of business are you on ?
perhaps you’ve late quitted heaven ?
sugar can cure everything .
is there no way out of the mind ?
there are no trees or birds in this world .
this is what i am made of , this and terror .
why is it so quiet , what are they hiding ?
this is what it is to be complete .
is he wearing pajamas or an evening suit ?
the police love you , you confess everything .
is my life so intriguing ?
where are you going that you suck breath like mileage ?
you flicker . i cannot touch you .
if i could bleed , or sleep ! if my mouth could marry a hurt like that !
what did they know that i didn’t ?
you say you can’t stand her .
i’m doped and thick from my last sleeping pill .
where do you stash your knife ?
what sort of scenery is it ?
pure ? what does it mean ?
right now you are dumb , and i love your stupidity .
i know why you won’t give it to me . you’re terrified .
is it impossible for you to let something go and have it whole ?
must you kill what you can ?
there is one thing i want today , and only you can give it to me .
do away with it altogether .
are you our sort of person ?
i have always been scared of you .
i didn’t call you . i didn’t call you at all .
there is nothing between us .
seven hours knocked out of my right mind .
i am myself . that is not enough .
i dream of someone else entirely .
we should meet in another life .
you know what lies are for .
dying is an art , like everything else .
do not accept it . it’s not genuine .
eternity bores me , i never wanted it .
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