“Is there no way
out of the mind?” ― Sylvia Plath
I cup the quiet in my palm;
feed it imperfect thoughts,
and wait for dreams
to grow from incapable.
Where is the good witch,
red sequined shoes,
a thrice repeated wish
to take me out of my mind?
Tomorrow is the butterfly I chase.
©Susie Clevenger 2015
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That's the line that got me. I relate.