barbablu

I am sending back the key
that let me into Bluebeard's study
in his eye's darkroom I can see
my X-rayed heart, dissected body:
I am sending back the key
that let me into Bluebeard's study.

                                                     Bluebeard, Sylvia Plath

40 pills 
saved you.
Will they 
save me?
Take me out 
of this spiral?
Maybe
I need less.
Never expel them.
Neve come back.