In Plaster
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now:
The new absolutely white person and the old yellow one,
And the white person is certainly the superior one...
Without me she wouldn't exist, so of course she was grateful.
I gave her a soul, I bloomed out of her as a rose..
I'm collecting my strength, one day I shall manage without her,
And she'll perish with emptiness then, and begin to miss me.
Sylvia Plath.
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