Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Banshee Number 93

Walking in the shadow 
Of a ghost I can’t shake,
Can’t lose it, won’t go away
Waking me in the middle of the night
With the sweat and the chill
Fear bundled up in a tense fetal position
Clenched jaw, locked jaw
Grinding teeth
Gnashing and mashing and crashing
When the thunder from within jolts and bolts
Screaming at the red sky,
Lava moon that melts,
Spurts around something that
Stopped beating in my chest long ago
Howling with a bolt of electric clatter
Through my nerves, 
Calm my nerves
Break the shadow, turn on the light
To find that I am the ghost
Who frightens me.

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