banshee
hell hath no fury like
a woman who figured out
how to make the lamps in her home stop flickering
summertime has always been
my least favorite time of the year
with the long, hot days that threaten
to stretch into the next century
as a child i dreaded
what the anger boiling beneath my skin might bring
as a woman
i learned to harness it
my throat vibrates, voice ready
as i open my eyes to yet another sweltering morning
today we mourn the passing
of what might have been
kiki? do you love me?
the answer was probably no,
since he disappears without a goodbye
they call me a monster
because my screams can shatter glass
but i can't help it if death
is always clipping at my heels
i don't call her to anyone, only
let the world know when she's arrived
as a woman
they just want to call me crazy
the minutes and the hours and the days drag on
i wonder if it's really nothing i did
there's no way to know
until you hear me once again