A few months ago, I bought a book of Sylvia Plath poetry.

About two days later, I found out some unsavory things about her that made me no longer want to read her work and the book began collecting dust on my bookshelf. Now I’m not one to let things go to waste, and when I was cleaning said bookshelf this morning I decided to try a thing I’ve always wanted to do, because why the fuck not. So I took the Sylvia Plath book I will never read and turned it into something that you can’t read anyway.

Ta da!