“I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.” — Sylvia Plath, Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices
When she looked in the mirror-She couldn't believe her eyes-There on the other side-Was an angel beautiful and wise-Do we have a split personality-An earthly and spiritual side-Time we took a second look-To conquer that great divide.
Selina Fenech, "Ravenkin". Look at that raven's look of love. They both have it--but that raven . . . :) Also, the single teardrop pearl--the color of fire, autumn, sunsets--at the center of her white diadem--oh, lovely.