The bell jar

by Anna Banasiak   Jun 29, 2017


rustling white aprons
entangled me

it’s dark here
I can't fall asleep without you
why can't you come back

Miles Davis
cuddle with jazz
loneliness
and scattered past

moth whirling in the jar

Sylvia Plath
with her head in the oven

dissapear

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  • 8 years ago

    by Michael

    Wow! Anna, love this piece. I can feel the jazz surrounding me, while sitting here alone :)

    well done

    Michael :)

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