The lady is ill--

her motives
dance in the darkness
of her fragmented soul

teasing each other
(the little siblings)
(the little fragments
(the little Macbeth witches)
teasing each other
over when they were all one

confused and embarassed,
she realizes
her macrame is atrocious

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