Sylvia Plath Quotes
I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth.
I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth. (Sylvia Plath)
I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth.