I am sending back the key <br />that let me into bluebeard's study; <br />because he would make love to me <br />I am sending back the key; <br />in his eye's darkroom I can see <br />my X-rayed heart, dissected body : <br />I am sending back the key <br />that let me into bluebeard's study.<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bluebeard-2/
