Nicole Tallman

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.

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