Honest as possible please - I dislike Plath and don't enjoy having to write like her:

The drip, drip
Drip of black-hole ink falls
Carelessly.
Blood
On blank paper, hospital-white
Reeking of sterility
Nonplussed hands struggle
Searching for words.

Eel-words, writhing from reach as
Cerebral feet stumble
Down the path to Expression
Disappointment? Perhaps. Confusion?
Certainly.
The sole understanding is the lack of understanding.


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Nothing can stand in the way of the power of millions of voices
calling for change.

it's a good ape of plath's style.

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- لورين

Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.