I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me. - Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems
"I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me."
"I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me."
"I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here."
"Although, I admit, I desire,Occasionally, some backtalkFrom the mute sky, I can't honestly complain:A certain minor light may stillLean incandescentOut of kitchen table or chairAs if a celestial burning tookPossession of the most obtuse objects now and then --"