Her Desperation.

(Quotations used from Romeo and Juliet)


From her lips,
Came the everlasting theory.
"Do thou but call my resolution wise,
And with this knife I'll help it presently”
The Friar.

Frantic.

To prevent.

Permanence.

"Hold daughter, I do spy a kind of hope”
She utters.
“Give me, oh give me! Oh tell me not of fear”.

Of her own desperation.
She drink’s with windows fallen
And falls upon her bed.
With the likeness of shrunk death.