Melani Udaeta Poet Villanelle

An Accursed Grin

Inside me shrieking like a banshee,
dark shadows hold an accursed grin;
Old wounds are licked fastidiously;

Always wreaking havoc painfully,
squirming below my butter soft skin;
Inside me shrieking like a banshee; 

My darkest demons they run madly
and feed on that deeply buried sin;
Old wounds are licked fastidiously;

Any who harbor them would agree 
it’s easy to tell where they have been; 
Inside me shrieking like a banshee;

They taste just like insecurity;
You can feel it before they begin, 
old wounds are licked fastidiously;

No matter how I try I can’t flee
they’re that part imbedded within;
Inside me shrieking like a banshee, 
old wounds are licked fastidiously.

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