Storm Imogen

Imogen is angry.

She’s a tear-whipped child,
Bawling for her
Dropped lollipop.
She’s a mother,
Howling her lament
For the lost.
She’s a bitch, 
Screaming wild
Her revenge.
She’s a banshee,
Screeching her frenzy
To the nearly-dead.  

Shut your windows,
Lock your doors.
There’s nothing worse
than a woman scorned.

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