Lady Macbeth



The tremulous silence
is the only thing that can...

What do you say
about the unspeakable?

That she was young
(up)braided, coreseted
sold before she could grow...

But, no, because
her bonds were soft.
No crawling or canes. 

And yet, the others
felt for her,
felt what she had done
felt a part of her we. 

The words come easily, 
for her,
She'd rather stop you

Trust me, 
"To the cross
To the prison
To the grave"
of the horse
she didn't bother to cover

Because her obsession
she called love
consumed the rest
while she lay languid on
crushed velvet.