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"I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity."

- Sylvia Plath, “Elm,” from Ariel: The Restored Edition (via lifeinpoetry)