On the Warplath
In the oven should I stick,
My haunted, harrowed head?
Or should I take my Pen and prick
My Will to Live instead?
Alas! the guilt! And, oh! The shame!
If just the Others knew!
They would place their embattled brains
In also, to broil, too...
*I'm in no way trying to exploit or poke fun at Sylvia; I revere her work
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