I Will Not be Plath

Written by: Jennifer Cahill

Winter buries deep with virgin snows 
Lands white as the frozen 
Skies cradling the edges of the earth 
  

As it spins around their lives- 
 
Cracked coffee cups, 
Emptied as the conversation ceases, 
Her smile suspended. 
  
As he tries to caress her chapped fingers 
she withdraws, and a door opens 
And the wind says goodbye