Damned Spot
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A/N: Poem explaining the emotion and thoughts involved in Lady Macbeth's suicide. Written in Lady Macbeth's POV. Read and review, please don't flame. This is my first Shakespearefic. Be kind, please.
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A spot stays there on my hand
Taunting me, "I know you did it..."
The crimson-stain'd skin calls out
Tormenting me, haunting my mind.
Duncan, Banquo, all here, unwanted
Yet wanting me to join them.
Blood everywhere- the walls, the floors
All over this accursed palace,
A nick here. A cut there.
The castle seeps back to grey from red
All is well again, and I am contented- for now.
My wrists' veins empty
My life washed away
Guilt disappears, replaced by utter dark.
'Tis done, and cannot be undone.
Fin.
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