Monday, May 28, 2012

Ouija Board

How smooth the hand of God as it
glides across the Ouija Board

13 stood naked that virgin night
clothes ignored near cold feet

They crossed the graveyard in pitch black
running to The Tree
A delicate wrought iron fence encircles it 
ancient by all accounts and
no bigger than the human form

"From her heart it sprang" was whispered
no one knew the rituals origin, just 
that is must be performed 

Yellowed headlights shaft through the forest
scorching full blown milky innocence
scattering the moths burnt by the flame

 ouija     ouija     ouija

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