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 SextonAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: November 9, 1928
- Died: October 4, 1974