(33) The White Ship
Someone’s bending over me
Some foul thing of ignominy
The naked Banshee rides my chest
Dripping acid from her breasts
Oh mother come and rescue me
I cannot breathe, she presses me
She bounces on my swollen chest
And mocks my flight with ghoulish jests
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