Zelda Fitzgerald slept in this bed
Staying in this very room of the Wolfe house
Whilst attempting to write her second novel
F. Scott Fitzgerald had been dead for three years
Her husband demanded her first novel to be revised:
"I can’t get on with my husband and I can’t live away from him…I’m so tired of compromises. Shaving off one part of oneself after another until there is nothing left…"
Many pieces of her writings
Were already woven into her husband’s stories
She would just smile and say "plagiarism begins at home..."
Some considered her to be crazy
Imagine, living in the shadow of your own story
The words you wrote privately
Whether to your husband or in a diary
Being used for his benefit and the world to see...
She checked herself in and out of Highland Hospital
On the evening of March 10th 1948
She was 1 of 9 women that died in a fire
Locked inside a room she couldn’t escape.
Her own story still unwritten...
~Amber Comber
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