Belle in the Jar

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A wonderful future beckoned and winked
But the river passed by me like an untouched drink
I let it run through my fingers, what a pity
Through the jazz and the push of the streets of the city
If I sat on the deck of a ship or a Paris cafe
I’d never learn to keep those damn demons at bay
I’d still be livin’ underneath that same glass bell jar
So I might as well write my own bizarre memoir
I will no longer pretend at this counterfeit life
My soul compass points to the edge of a knife
But what I want to kill isn’t under the skin
It’s something more sinister, much to my chagrin
When I notice the shadows behind their eyes and their smiles
On the night side of the earth for miles and miles
I imagine red flowers blooming out of my skin
And then my mouth curls in to a sadistic evil grin
(Dying is an art, just like everything else)
Blush after blush, until I sink beneath
A surface of poppies, a rose in my teeth
Or maybe a swim or a shiny yellow cord
Could be my ticket out of this unsettling world
And yet my body would trap me in it’s cage
How tragic for a young girl still coming of age
Now I’m falling and burning like a lost burnt out star
I’m surprisingly at peace underneath my bell jar
(I think I made you up inside my head)
And then my mind slipped from the noose of the thought
And a revelation of evil starts to thicken that plot
Get a taste of the sweet breath of my sudden recovery
A strange new world that I’m discovering
To anyone out there who is living beneath
The glass bell jar of the mind and unable to breath
Who is unable to feel and unable to be real
Who's unable to matter you can rise and heal
(I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
I lift my lids and all is born again)
So just take a breath and listen to your heart
It calls I am
I am I am I am
I am more than my body and the sum of my parts
And I don’t give a damn
What the world says I’m worth
I just need to find a way to restart
And I long to be born again
Patched-up, retreaded and new
I’m ready for that road and for my novel debut
My scars, they taught me and point me on the right path
And by the way thanks for telling me your story
Sylvia Plath
It’s the love song of a mad woman - or so they say
Careful there, Lady Lazarus might want to play
(She does)
So tell all those voyeuristic peanut crunching crowds
To keep their empty faces looking to the clouds
Cause a wonderful future, it beckons and it winks
And the days will pass you by
Before you can even blink

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