the scream of my Banshee

my inner howl’s been there since dawn

but it’s spent a lifetime mute

fearing it would pierce the flesh

with its shriek so sharply acute

and so it’s lurked until the dusk

can shade my lack of youth.

yes my Banshee can maim or pique

but it’s time to scream my truth

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