BANSHEE

I can !

I can`t !

I can !

I can`t !

I can !

I can`t !

A reality dictated by her eyes

Patterns woven into palms of lies

Tears swivel down her face like those coursing down mine

A ghost with more life than most

Just as I approached, she bit her lips and matched my flow

Amalfi coast

En route

Here I come and Here we go !