Ah, I read through some of her poems a while back. Can't remember the name of it, but my favourite was the one where she wrote about being in hospital, with her family visiting - "their smiles were like hooks", etc.
Once I saw those last poems though, I wouldn't ever consider reading her again. To make poetry out of madness is one thing, but that business with the devil is taking it way too far imo. Those poems are too frighteningly real.
Once I saw those last poems though, I wouldn't ever consider reading her again. To make poetry out of madness is one thing, but that business with the devil is taking it way too far imo. Those poems are too frighteningly real.