Plath

pitiless purgatory,

the pain i get when

watching pornographies,

fuck you man,

now i press my pulses 

to check if i ever

overcome this paralysis,

i often picture Plath,

she was presented with

poisoned probabilities,

her teenage arithmetic

was spilled like the 

youth's cold serum,

was she being branded

an eternal psychopath?

well her husband 

called her at the dining 

table, smashed her with 

name of his mistress 

and dark labels while

clutching her thighs,

i tell her stories to the

father of my future child,

after he dresses me back

in my shirts and panties,

she bled through a 

miscarriage but

her husband was 

coercing her bed to 

produce another child,

fuck you man,

one boy once set the snare,

peddling his paper paradise,

but my man had a string

i know, he reeled me back

before he even arrived,

i am the safest now, spared

from being crucified,

fuck you man,

but she committed suicide.

- chetna 🌻