You & Me
“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.” -‘Macbeth’, William Shakespeare Now his hand shakes, the one that doesn’t Hold the knife that has done the deed. His fingers slowly unlatch the wood on the instrument, While a thick crimson nightmare runs down the silver of the blade, And onto the skin of his hand. It burns like acid. There she is, curled up onto the floor, gasping for... Sign in to see full entry.