“I am terrified by this dark thing / That sleeps in me; / All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.”
— Sylvia Plath.
I guess it's about taming the devil
The voice inside laughs at the sight of happiness
Not difficult enough not worth it
You should brake it
Take the heart out of the chest eat it
Take the weakness in the bones
Be powerful, smile
Smash it
Take each thread and pull
pull pull pull
slow and long until nothing is left
until the moment is dead
Take your guts rub them in their face
show them the dirt and show them the rotten soil
See their watery eyes
touch their delicate skin
that goes from white to green
Laugh
Cry
Shout
See your broken voice
landscapes blurred by envy
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