“ Over your body the clouds goHigh, high and icilyAnd a little flat, as if theyFloated on a glass that was invisible.Unlike swans, Having no reflections;Unlike you, With no strings attached.All cool, al… Sylvia Plath
“ She found herself wondering at what point in her life she had ceased to be Gulliver and had become the strings holding him to the ground. Erica Bauermeister
