The Unborn Macbeth 

By: - Dec 20, 2022

The Unborn Macbeth 


Blood didn't faze me. I could

Slash myself open and still

Make it to dinner.


I need a father, I need a mother,

I need some older, wiser being

To cry to. I talk to God but

The sky is empty.


I have searched for my mother’s love

In all corners of the world.



Eat me and give birth to me again

This time around I’ll make you proud


There are times when I am convinced

I am unfit for any human relationship.




Brynne Rebele-Henry, From “Autobiography of a Venus Figure,” Autobiography of a Wound

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Annie Ernaux, from I Remain in Darkness

“Mother” by Maia Baia

Franz Kafka, from Letters to Felice



Ashleigh Cheshire