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March 7, 2017 by katmcdaniel
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.
–Sylvia Plath, from “Elm”, Collected Poems
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