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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.
Copyright ©
Melani Udaeta
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