I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry. - Sylvia Plath For Anguished Souls; Ink-stained Despair & Relentless Torment Poems to writhe along to... The glass bottle contains pill capsules, each containing some poetry on banana-paper. Handmade in Bishops Castle, Shropshire. All contents are biodegradable.
