MAD GIRL'S LOVE SONG A VILLANELLE
By Sylvia Plath
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The Rolling Stones are, hands down, the greatest band of all time.
I'm part Victorian nerd-girl and part Deathrock bitch. It's hard to find a balance between the two sometimes, but I'm a Gemini, so I manage. Actually, that's a really generic description of me, as I'm not that simple, but still... I collect art made with bones, vintage medical equipment, broken dolls, and creepy religious paraphernalia. I look like a Rossetti. If you don't know what that means, you need to spend more time investigating art. I'm still new to all this business, so if the profile looks a bit sparse, that's why. Just give me time...
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