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Lady Macbeth

Lady Macbeth washed her hands

cleaner than Pontius Pilate

with a new improved, bio-enzyme

oxy-bursting, 99.9% germ-scouring

recommended by dermato-logists

scented with rose attar

oils from Arabia

and spermaceti soothing

unguents from long dead whales.

 

She’s going to the nail bar

for a manicure and application

of semi-permanent, diamond-

tipped, acrylic base-coated

in red blood enamel.

 

She’ll scratch

and etch rich tattoos

on her husband’s back

with every ****** he will shudder

with pain and delight

He’ll soon forget long, dark nights

bewitched by ghosts and ambition.

 

© M.L. Emmett

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Written by
magicpoet01
Published
Aug 10, 2015
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