Monday, March 23, 2009

Family legacy

I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
-Sylvia Plath


Simple Recipes said...

beautifully written..thanks for sharing

AMGallegos said...

You're refering to her son's suicide I guess.

CJGallegos said...

Yes, Aaron. How do so many people in one family meet such an end. I guess it must be chemical.