She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.
Sylvia PlathTag: existence reflection
The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault.
Sylvia PlathTag: silence
I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it.
Sylvia PlathI tried to speak in a cool, calm way, but the zombie rose up in my throat and choked me off.
Sylvia PlathIts snaky acids kiss.
It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults
That kill, that kill, that kill.
I also had a dim idea that if I walked the streets of New York by myself all night something of the city's mystery and magnificence might rub off on me at last. But I gave it up.
Sylvia PlathTag: solitude alone mystery new-york magnificence
And I knew that in spite of all the roses and kisses and restaurant dinners a man showered on a woman before he married her, what he secretly wanted when the wedding service ended was for her to flatten out underneath his feet like Mrs. Willard's kitchen mat.
Sylvia PlathTag: marriage
And of course I didn't know who would marry me now that I'd been where I had been. I didn't know at all.
Sylvia PlathTag: marriage uncertainty
Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself.
Sylvia PlathTag: uncertainty
Anonymous young men with all-American bone structures.
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