Sylvia's Side

Sui

               Cide

I cannot even bring myself

To put two parts into whole,

Cringe-worthy word



Plath, you’ve made a cruel mistake

Taken talent from this world,

But I bathe in the decision you made

Oh your death is one last thing this sad,

Pathetic girl has heard.



You tried to write and rewrite

Death out of your life

But the only thing that left your side

Was the last breath of your -cide



Isolated,

Cold, aloof

I make my final move

Sylvia, your legacy is something that I choose.