Self Portrait as Lady Macbeth
I never volunteered for this job. I was simply left behind as the armies marched on. I had too much time on my hands and idle hands are the devil’s workshop, so here I am. I go down every night and work in this minefield. Cleaning is a job like any other. Someone has to do it. Someone needs to fix everything that’s broken and a lot of things are broken down here. I never could sleep well anyway and I am afraid of the dark, so I wait for the day to come. Then I rest for a while. Nor do I mind this broken proze. Let’s leave the pentameter to heroes. I will not be remembered as a hero, but I do hope they will remember me as someone who was willing to get her hands dirty.
GloPoWriMo Early Bird Prompt - a poetic self portrait in the guise of a historical or mythical figure