You expected silence, but instead, you were met with her cries. Not from the throat of your lover, but from deep within the banshee. Looking around, you swore you could see her right in the corner of your eye but to get a better inspection to comprehend the sight was impossible. Keening, wailing, she continued. You gripped your lover's hand harder, as they inclined their head to stare at yours. Their wet, jaded eyes looked at you once again, as if sensing your discomfort. The banshee wails on, echoing off the walls in a ruckus only you could hear. What had you done to deserve this? You just wanted to share one last moment with someone you

Coiled around your essence, hoping to squeeze it from you delicately and without your permission. Strained through cheesecloth and placed in a jar on the windowsill where I keep all my beautiful things. Transparency never looked so lovely with the light streaming through it, but all things collect bacteria birth ecosystems, create chaos. It sat there for months before I decided it was a hazard to my health. Another dirty dish I would have to wash, alone.

Let me put in my humble peice to the greater conversance. Despite your talking over me I will speak in defiance. This is my introduction This is simply me No matter what comes later I know who I will be. Even if I whisper I know what I am saying I will not bend, nor break I am standing and staying. If you do not hear I will still speak and you may think you've found me You must still seek