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Olivia
Poems
May 2019
Lady Macbeth
It is too late -
The thick stench of sin has set root in my marrow
And my bones have begun to rot.
I can feel myself breathing blood,
So I crane my neck until I hear a bone snap.
I try and try to run to the toothless moon
Spilling screams and red satin,
But the long hallway leads nowhere.
A wolf at heart,
I rip the tainted skin from my fingertips
And breathe life through the wound.
I wish I could see God
Falling from his mighty perch
Just as I see the devil
In the stained marble of my bathroom sink.
#shakespeare
#blood
#madness
#skin
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Olivia
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