Bad Banshee

By Amanda Butler

I am a bad banshee

because when I scream

I am silent

and I shriek not for death

but because of it

and those I cry out for

are already buried.

Dear Aibell, please excuse

the heart that pounds

the hands that sweat

the lungs that freeze

mid-screech.

Mist fogs my thoughts

and glass shards lodge

in my throat.

I am a bad banshee

because nobody hears me.

Amanda N. Butler is the author of chapbooks effervescent (Dancing Girl Press, 2017), and Tableau Vivant (Dancing Girl Press, 2015), as well as the micro-chapbook “How A Fairy Grows Her Wings” (Origami Poems Project, 2018). Her poetry has been published in rose quartz magazine, Haikuniverse, Hedgerow, and more. She is the Poet Laureate of Oldsmar, FL. She can be found blogging at amandanbutler.wordpress.com and on Twitter @arsamandica.


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