By Brandy Seymour | Brandy Seymour Poetry | 16 May 2021
Impressionable Experiences
How Mommy Died
"The Psychotic Witch"
1993
The Psychotic Witch,
You never know,
When she'll strike.
It could be day,
Or it could be night.
You just never know,
When she'll bite.
She's up at all hours,
Leaving her trail of fright,
Yelling and screaming,
She'll never be all right.
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