Quote by Sylvia Plath


I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.


I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with

Topics: love, Sleep By Sylvia Plath
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