I kiss my reflection like a wound I've grown fond of
Like something that might one day bleed light
Like something that might one day bleed light
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Rotten Luck
Sylvia Plath – Daddy
If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now
There’s a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now
There’s a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through
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You stand at the blackboard daddy
In the picture I have of you
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that
no not any less the black man
who bit my pretty red heart in two
I was ten when they buried you
At twenty I tried to die
and get back back back to you
I thought even the bones would do
but they pulled me out of the sack
And they stuck me together with glue
and then I knew what to do
I made a model of you
A man in black
with a Meinkampf look.
In the picture I have of you
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that
no not any less the black man
who bit my pretty red heart in two
I was ten when they buried you
At twenty I tried to die
and get back back back to you
I thought even the bones would do
but they pulled me out of the sack
And they stuck me together with glue
and then I knew what to do
I made a model of you
A man in black
with a Meinkampf look.
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