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Otto

-“Daddy”- by Sylvia Plath My baby, What did I do- What did I do? Sweet girl With the broken skin, I can’t sew I was never meant for you. Little girl, I’m the muse who made you Paint your life in blue. Sylvia, Your son learned something new When towels became “mama,” too. Ms. Plath, … Continue reading

Teach us

Teach us   Her skin feels like gravel as             they writhe and she shouts. She’s numb to the back and forth drilling. She’s been reduced to a shaken child with venomous pupils. He was told she owed him something. He was told that “stop” meant “try harder.”   As her face sinks deeper into … Continue reading