Retribution

Speaking plainly

Broken heart

To numb tongue

Fires were stirred

In the soul of the beast

This is not the ending

Nor am I done

Rather the whole should collapse

Upon it�s center

Out! Out! Damn spot

Lady Macbeth and I do laundry together

I have bleach

You will come clean

Murder is a thought

An icy gaze

That rips and shreds

Long before the bullet or the knife

Can you guess, my love

What I am thinking now

-Adipose

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