I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
