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Banshee
by Vikki OwensYet another ghost
like a mourner,
a velvetblack linger on....
Found the violin in between
the trees
and they're screaming
violence.
Screeching uncommon names
and uneasy faces,
wiping the feathertrails of
their
intimate moments from
the bedsheets and headboards,
crying
for him to come home. 03/26/2003 Posted on 03/26/2003
Copyright © 2026 Vikki Owens
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