Plath
bee stings, self-inflicted,
the concentration camp
of self-loathing
why not escape
on Ariel, why not ride
to freedom?
the words piled as bones
beside a fire, futile
fuel for death
there was never
any doubt, the oven
was pre-ordained
I regret your choices,
the daddy inside you,
black shoe on your heart
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