the Sylvia Plath syndrome

I get it:
you heard voices in your head
I hear the voices, too
whether awake or lyin’ in bed

did those voices sing to you?
did they sometimes shriek?
my voices are never shy
these bitches are never meek

my voices are relentless
they come from afar
words meant for both of us
inside a shared bell jar

the language of love
with all its contradictions
our youthful past filled
with false predilections

believe me, I get it:
the voices in the head
perhaps I should be worried,
cause they don’t fill me with dread

copyright © 2017 KPM

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