Plath in hand,
needle dangling from the vein.
The dull ache in my chest
shamed into silence
by a sweet, sharp sting.
(Just thought I'd pop in and say hello with something I jotted down on the back of a business card while donating blood this morning)


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just don't "do a Plath" (as in Sylvia)
We all sure experience dark abyss times.
Just so we rise above, and transcend sad.
I knew a poet who was a devoted Sylvia Plath reader. I have known folks who choose to end their brief Life prematurely. I always wish the 'sufferer' would decide to see the golden sun rise for another day tomorrow ...
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Listening to a daily dose of media "news" and Ex-spurt bobblhead views is similar to`
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baby sitting for wacky politico and rent a DVD ` Psycho. Watch news sparingly.
This era needs therapy.
Take a Friend for walks.
Pretend they are a child.
A child will hold a hand.
Welcome back! Yahoo!
You take care. Be well.
Come back more often!
None here bite too hard.
Ok, giving blood. I was scared for a sec.. Good to see you!
♥R
And this short piece of poetry was so much of a tease of your beautiful soul.
And donating my poisoned plasma............