"waiting for lady Macbeth
I want to boil and fry her
until the very last hairs on her selfish head crisp and fall away"

i will always wait for you to tell me that poetry is dead. even forrest will agree. my thumbs are hailed, veined and wanting. to press. to sleep. to this.

"That deep sorrow." That part was absolutely heart-breaking and beautiful!

"Radiantly diseased." Striking comparison!

"Why am I forsaken?" *Sighs* This line is overwhelming; the hopelessness is so profound.

OH MY GOSH: "I want to fry and boil Lady Macbeth." Absolutely PHENOMENAL writing! Bravo! WOW WOW WOW!