Sunday Writing Prompt “Lady Lazarus- Sylvia Plath”

My heart opens with a shriek.

She takes in everything

as if it belonged to her alone.

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All that is left of my tears

is the salt on my cheeks.

I scrub my skin raw.

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Deep down I know

that I am the moon

my face pale and wavering.

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Too proud to ask for help

but not too proud

to declare myself deficient.

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I can’t bare it you know

this devastating mediocrity

I’d rather be a ghost.

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I look askance,

arms outstretched

how dare I ask

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for a moment of your time

when you have paid so much

and I so little.

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How could this feeling be false?

A mere ploy?

When I can see my life thinning.

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Right before my eyes

everything that I have loved

presses forward

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and I falling backwards

cannot hope to catch up

so I stand looking on quietly.

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I hold in my hand

the greasy, black umbilicus

but it cannot be torn free.

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I cannot rewrite the script

it is set into my very bones.

All that is left of me

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is the knowing,

is the romanticization of this illness

which has become my identity.

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My indemnity, my indignity

what a joke, what a fate

to be defiled by my very own mind.

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I feel their eyes on me,

their theatrical hunger

and if I were to die

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They’d say “What a pity!”

“What a waste!”

“She was too young!”

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It’s not a fix, dying

I think this sin should follow me

beyond the grave.

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For

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/09/30/sunday-writing-prompt-lady-lazarus-sylvia-plath/

Based on my teenage years which was a very dark period