2001-10-01 - 10:40 p.m.
Plath wrote "Eternity bores me"
I think it scares me;
I'm scared it'd bore me.
To death, quite literally,
Till death do us part.
To spend my eternity lamenting
Why bother, spare me the disservice
Pull the plug on me,
Drain me of my elixir,
Leave me shrivelled like an old hag
Venom-tongued, black widow, de-sexed.
Will indifference drown all my passion?
Will the sparkle in your eyes die in mine?
Leave me stone cold in bed, mine, no longer ours.
I don't know which fate is worse:
To live with you or without.
Will I become one of DH Lawrence's atypical miner's wife.
Tolerance stretched out to the point of no return.
When days are numb and reels of my life are left on the shelf, forgotten.
Conveniently tucked away, hidden from sight, sound, memory.
Fight or flight; or lay down to die.
