Becoming The Banshee

I know one day it will occur I’ll come across your wicked name your face will appear in a public place without fear

In an instant, I’ll be transformed air inhaled deep and full a shriek wailed out an ear-splitting trill blowing wind across the hall knocking all off their course

Onlookers will call out shaking their impotent fists in rage at destruction while I rise above on wings of soot and disgrace sucked from your dropped open jaws as I scream In accusation and abject disgust

Floating above tousled heads the only sounds left are unholy screeching blights the cringing shock on guilt-stricken faces the only proof I will ever collect so I soak in my win this single-champion prize fight

While the gale whips up all around I continue to elevate above the ground debris and lights flashing smashing onlookers and as the conflagration occurs simultaneously on full display without anyone taking note a smoldering plasmic orb of rage and regret raining radioactive ash and fear down on your soul I watch you melt into the now tainted soil

K.B. Silver

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