Emilee Anne Hefflefinger

The Night Sky Dances, Sylvia Plath - 2D Design Studio-Foundation Year

Sylvia Plath - "Such pure leaps and spirals, surely they travel."

Sylvia Plath - "Of your small breath, the drenched grass, smell of your sleep, lilies, lilies."

Sylvia Plath - "Through the black amnesias of heaven, why am I given?"

Sylvia Plath - "Warm and human, then their pink light, bleeding and peeling."

Sylvia Plath - "Six-sided, white. On my eyes, my lips, my hair."

Sylvia Plath - "Touching and melting, nowhere."