Sylvia Plath’s The Rival
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
i made liking Sylvia Plath into a personality
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
If things happen
the way they are supposed to
my mother will die before me.
She cannot be not beautiful, but she is
starving. Each day she grows thinner, and her bones
grow longer, porous.
For the sake of goodness, how much
evil are you willing to do?
Fill in the following blanks
with the names of your favorite
evils and acts of hatred.
When the forsaken city starts to burn,
after the men and children have fled,
stand still, silent as prey, and slowly turn