God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. They became stone. My body became a side of mutton and despair roamed the...

God went out of me
as if the sea dried up like sandpaper as if the sun
became a latrine.
God went out of my fingers.
They became stone.
My body became a side of mutton
and despair roamed the slaughterhouse.
Anne Sexton

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And what of the dead They lie without shoes
in the stone boats. They are more like stone
than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse
to be blessed throat eye and knucklebone.
- Anne Sexton
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Depression is boring I think
and I would do better to make
some soup and light up the cave.
- Anne Sexton

God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. They became stone. My body became a side of mutton and despair roamed the slaughterhouse. Anne Sexton

God went out of me
as if the sea dried up like sandpaper as if the sun
became a latrine.
God went out of my fingers.
They became stone.
My body became a side of mutton
and despair roamed the slaughterhouse.
Anne Sexton