You forget nothing.
I could be kind and say
You remember everything
But the truth is
You never forget.
You collect
Moments of grandeur
Slights, and twists of fate,
Allowing you to become
Prince Hamlet
With his slings and arrows
Of outrageous fortune.
You account,
Racking up injuries
Like precious metal.
You are rich with
These dubloons,
Choking on them
In their abundance.
This wealth fuels you
Just as an oil slick
Feeds the ocean
Or a little mercury
Feeds me.
So, do not forget.
Do not forget
And let the disease fester
And spread like a
Contagion in our house.
What's this?
You are surprised you say?
But you made the prophecy yourself
In a fit of not-forgetting.
Congratulations.
Stop weeping,
Your trick worked.
You have turned me
Into Lady Macbeth.
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