I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
Clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?
Is it for such I agitate my heart?
I am incapable of more knowledge.
What is this, this face
So murderous in its strangle of branches? —
Its snaky acids hiss.
It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults
That kill, that kill, that kill.—Excerpt from “Elm" by Sylvia Plath; for Korra Week Day 3: Fear
- Book 1 Mako: You're so annoying--let's just win this championship and get things over with. Ugh.
- Book 3 Mako: I didn't mean to hug you so tight.
Legend of hoW MUCH SHIT CAN WE PUT THE AVATAR THROUGH IN 22 MINUTES