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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