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OBSESSED WITH MY HUSBAND’s FRIEND
"Why don't you see if anything speaks to you?"
I wander through the narrow aisles, breathing in the scent of old paper and ink. My fingers trail across familiar names—Plath, Oliver, Neruda—poets I used to know by heart.
I pull out a slim volume of Mary Oliver's work and flip to a random page:
"Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
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Moonbound
he said again, and this time the word had the weight of habit.
Evelyn lifted the laundry bowl and tipped invisible water onto the floor. It was ridiculous to pour absence. It was also the truest thing she had done all month. “Not a mouth,” she said. “A room. Not an altar. A table.” She set the bowl down upside down again, and this time the foundry did not laugh. It listened.
Silas’s eyes glinted. “You will kill poetry,” he murmured.
“I will rescue it,” Evelyn said. “From men who confuse it with appetite.”
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Adored By My Ruthless Alpha
“How can you say that? I did nothing but be a problem for Ray.”
Sylvia’s shoulders relaxed and she looked into the space as if running back to some old memory. “I remember how painful it was to always go through torture every single day. At one point, I wanted to kill myself.”
I flicked my head up at her with wide eyes, “Oh, Sylvia, no! That would be a wrong thing for you to do.”
She nodded with a smile. “I know. But I didn’t believe in myself and just wanted to end things. The only thing that kept me going was my mother. But you gave me strength and hope, my lady.” She said and kneeled before me.
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Inevitable
She asked and I smiled nervously as I glanced over to her clearing my throat before saying.
"Are you sure you want to know, it's rather boring,"
"I don't think you have the ability to bore me, Hannah," she replied her words probably meaning a lot more to me than it did to her.
"The line is actually from Sappho 16, it is a love poem, the genre for which Sappho is actually best known, it praises the beauty of the narrator's beloved, Anactoria and expresses the speaker's desire for her now that she is absent. It makes the case that the most beautiful thing in the world is whatever one desires," I explained looking over to her and she smiled.
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One Touch: One Kiss
Sylvia suggest softly.
Needing privacy from the curious eyes, her pieces of memory come alive, and she goes and stands in the shadows of her living room. She looks at Sylvia but she wasn’t really seeing her. Slowly she allows the images to emerge from their hiding place.
“Firstly, when I wake, I look, but I can’t see anything. Everything is in darkness, but when I blinked, a man appears. He is in a blazing inferno, right in front of me. I can see the silhouette of people in the house.” She paused, trying to comprehend her tale.
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Dark Desires: The Professor's Obsession
Flipping to a fresh page, I chewed my pen cap and started writing;
“I memorized the way your shadow climbs my walls, before your hands ever touch me—
that slow, certain darkening of the room
like storm clouds swallowing daylight.
Your belt buckle hits the floor with a punctuation
I feel between my thighs.
This is how a woman becomes a psalm:
Your teeth on my collarbone—verse one.
My nails down your back—chorus.
That broken sound you make when I rock against you—the holy refrain.
We don’t need candles when your mouth sets fire to every inch of me.
Say my name again like it’s the last word you’ll ever taste.”
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My Stubborn Heart-Stealing Ex
‘How should I face all the cold and warm winds that paint my face with sadness?
‘How should I think of the past and the future that are all filled with pain?
‘From now on, my heart will never be clear again.
‘From now on, the mountains will never look green again.
‘I’m afraid to look at the fallen autumn flowers.
‘I’m afraid that the flowers in spring will look like tears.’
After Silvia read the poem word by word, she felt goosebumps all over her body again.
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His Little Temptress
Night Sky with Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong.
Lila wrinkled her nose and placed it back. “Not my type.” She reached for another one.
The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath.
“Why are they all poems?” she frowned and muttered to herself.
Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. A large figure moved close, and a deep voice followed.
“What are you doing here, kid?”
She shrieked and spun around, nearly jumping out of her skin. Her eyes met a pair of piercing blue ones.
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The Missing Daughter of House Lundren Returns as a Regressor
Sylvia was too preoccupied with the freedom within her reach that she didn’t notice until it was too late.
A large shadow suddenly jumped in front of her from one of the passages, making her stop abruptly.
Through the thick stench of waste, Sylvia caught the scent of roses.
And beyond the shadowy figure lay men drowning in their own blood.
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Offered to the Triplet Alphas
“I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” — W. B. Yeats
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[Xanthea Plath]
I limped into the graveyard, clutching my broken arm with the other hand. Blood mixed in the rain trailed down from my shoulder to my elbow, down my wrists, making its way to my fingers that clutched the small bouquet of forget-me-not flowers.
Every flower of the bouquet was crushed and marred with blood-stains. The blue ribbon that once tied the flowers together was long lost.
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The first time I read Sylvia Plath’s 'Daddy,' it felt like a punch to the gut—raw, visceral, and electrifying. The way she wields language like a scalpel, cutting through the veneer of childhood trauma and patriarchal oppression, is breathtaking. The poem’s nursery-rhyme cadence clashes violently with its dark imagery, creating this unsettling rhythm that sticks with you. I’ve revisited it dozens of times, and each reading reveals new layers—the Holocaust references, the Electra complex undertones, that haunting final line. It’s not just a poem; it’s a exorcism.
Then there’s 'Lady Lazarus,' which somehow manages to be even more audacious. Plath turns her suicide attempts into a grotesque performance, mocking the spectators with her resurrection stunts. The 'peanut-crunching crowd' line kills me every time—it’s so bitterly funny. What I love about Plath is how she transforms personal agony into something mythic. Her poems aren’t confessional; they’re incantations. 'Ariel' is another masterpiece—that breakneck gallop toward the sun, the merging of self and destruction. It’s terrifying and exhilarating, like holding a live wire.
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