A Banshee in my closet
She used to haunt the graveyard
but all tombstones were turned
the soil had been salted,
all the trees had been burned
She sung out silver sobs
between trousers and tops
and her touch made me freeze
So I bought me a dresser
’twasn’t meant to impress her
just a simple, brown piece
Then her cousin moved in
rearranging my socks
and her laughter sounds just
like a grandfather clock
Her demeanour is eerie
and I’m growing quite weary
’cause the harder I try
there’s no way to deny
that in time there will be
no more clothes for me.
© Matthias Geh, 17th March 2018
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