LADY MACBETH: Bloody, Bold and Resolute by Tiffany Morris

LADY MACBETH: Bloody, Bold and Resolute by Tiffany Morris

"Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth (Henry Batley, 1889)" image by Flickr user Toronto Public Library

“Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth (Henry Batley, 1889)” image by Flickr user Toronto Public Library

Lady Macbeth is the terrifying, beautiful sort of girl-bully I’ve never managed to befriend. Even now I find myself avoiding their adult forms at parties. You never know which ones will appreciate your wisecracking and which ones will devour your soul with a single glare.

I’d still love to go for a drink with her. We’d smoke cigarettes, to be sure, on the patio of my favorite karaoke bar. She’ll roll her eyes at the off-key rendition of “Kiss From A Rose” coming from inside, even though we’re both singing along in our heads. When she stomps on the ember – out, brief cigarette! – she’ll barely tarnish her black pointed-toe heel.

Inside, she’s a jukebox hero, hitting every note of Tammy Wynette’s “Stand By Your Man.” When someone offers to buy her a drink, she matches them shot for shot. Bloody, bold, and resolute. Fuck the police.

I wish she was in the mood to chat. “Look like th’ innocent flower/but be the serpent under’t” is something you can tape up on your mirror.

I spot her, later, on the other side of the bar. She’s whispering into the ear of a middle-aged man. She is equal parts Eve and Persephone, holding out a Red Delicious, saying “try this” as she pulls pomegranate pulp from between her teeth. She’s Pandora, cutting through the box marked “do not open,” utility knife in hand. Like any femme fatale worth her salt, her blood is as thick as the night upon which she calls. Act I, Scene V, if you’re nasty.

It’s the night into which she must disappear, because I don’t notice her exit. Shakespearean characters tend to get pursued by ghosts, conspirators and bears, so it’s probably for the best. I do not fret and strut. She should have left hereafter. Exeunt.

969573_10153120918995574_1810693717_nTiffany Morris is an emerging Mi’kmaq writer from Nova Scotia. Her poetry and creative nonfiction has appeared in anthologies from Radar Productions and Red Claw Press, in addition to Spittoon Magazine, Yellow Medicine Review, The Blind Hem, and Red River Review, among others. A horror and sci-fi enthusiast, she is also a regular contributor to the geek culture website Having recently completed her BA in English, she now spends way too much time listening to ’90s playlists and making collages under the guise of doing research for her YA novel about riot grrl witches who live in rural Canada.