Violet Light
Once, a lady read my aura. I thought
she’d say it was blue, but I was misled. She said:
You are a sea of violets, an amethyst
of chrysanthemums, an angel in the bluest of red.
I didn’t believe her and went Ouija. Starting
seeing a dark spirit instead. When all the good
spirits have vanished, you too will be fooled
by the dead. Please don’t look straight at them.
Look at the clear lake instead. The moon some nights
shines violet, and that’s when it swallows your head.
Black Light
There’s a cathedral at the end of this
chapter. I don’t make the rules, but no one
can go. Once, when I was delirious, I saw
the devil. Her red horns and wings
were dusted in snow. Hell isn’t as hot
as they say it is. Nothing is true,
we know. There’s a field of poppies
and a field of roses. Do you want the high
or the thorns? Take the black light in,
and you can’t let anything go.
Note: “White Light” and “Black Light” were first published in Bad Lilies.
