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“Ash, ash â€�-
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—�

A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.”
― Sylvia Plath, Ariel: The Restored Edition

“They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

--From the poem "Lady Lazarus", written 23-29 October 1962”
― Sylvia Plath, Ariel

“I am your opus.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

“For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge”
― Sylvia Plath, Ariel