Huh.

[limaidei]

Which Sylvia Plath Poem Am I?

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[faithless_suze]

What a thrill---
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of hinge

Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.

Little pilgrim,
The Indian's axed your scalp.
Your turkey wattle
Carpet rolls

Straight from the heart.
I step on it,
Clutching my bottle
Of pink fizz.

A celebration, this is.
Out of a gap
A million soldiers run,
Redcoats, every one.

Whose side are they on?
O my
Homunculus, I am ill.
I have taken a pill to kill

The thin
Papery feeling.
Saboteur,
Kamikaze man---

The stain on your
Gauze Ku Klux Klan
Babushka
Darkens and tarnishes and when

The balled
Pulp of your heart
Confronts its small
Mill of silence

How your jump---
Trepenned veteran,
Dirty girl,
Thumb stump.

- Sylvia Plath

Oh.

*bounces* Limmy!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello!

[limaidei]

No more Rosario at the top makes me sad. I like Sylvia Plath but I don't really like that poem. Meh.