Honest as possible please - I dislike Plath and don't enjoy having to write like her:
The drip, drip Drip of black-hole ink falls Carelessly. Blood On blank paper, hospital-white Reeking of sterility Nonplussed hands struggle Searching for words.
Eel-words, writhing from reach as Cerebral feet stumble Down the path to Expression Disappointment? Perhaps. Confusion? Certainly. The sole understanding is the lack of understanding.
it's a good ape of plath's style.