" PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW OF SYLVIA PLATH

Conventions bleed my soul
squeeze me old
wear me grey
like a headstone in transit.

It’s tradition and form—
fear of the unknown—
driving me dead
in tight spaces darkly.

I cry aloud
but who can hear
when I stand alone
in the middle of an art show…. "

― Chila Woychik ,