” This is about Sylvia Plath because I have this weird fascination with her. “
By Mattea Dean
Your name rolls off my tongue like bittersweet honey.
At age thirty, you abandoned this world
Your rage, your passion, your suffering-
Internal demons wrestle with mindless abandon, sense is overshadowed
by the dullness and fatness of Cerberus
Cerberus, a giant of your own dark psyche
Was your paradise a mortal realm, or was your paradise an ashy, otherworldly place,
Pure, no longer hurtful to you, our unstable acetylene virgin?
Your selves may dissolve, but the pieces scatter and settle in the corners
of my own shadowy awareness.