A Mystical Memory

A 6 AM,

Sitting up in bed.

Rubbing my eyes.

Glancing over at the digital clock,

With its bright red numbers.

Opening my eyes

Bigger than fine white China plates.

I pondered…

Am I experiencing a moment of spirituality in motion?

Maybe it's simply psychosis.

The tenebrosity of a form shifting,

Through the doorway of my room…

Proved to be unsettling.

A sulfurous stench permeated the surrounding area with ferocity.

Rolling plumes of smoky shadows in rectangular form.

Unlike anything I’d ever seen.

Slipping out through my window,

Dissolving into nothingness.

Incredulously,

I rubbed my eyes…

I regained my composure.

Glancing at the crystals,

The Tarot cards beside my bed.

I vowed to be rid of them forever.

Ensuring that no one is frightened again,

From these mysterious oddities.

Vowing to be rid of them,

These spiritual objects.

Making this nefarious apparition my reality.

I must cast these objects into the river,

Across town.

Driving on the highway.

Seeing the billboards,

Along the empty highway.

Familiar faces warped.

Stretching to ridiculous proportions.

Reaching the river,

Clutching the purple velvet satchel.

Filled with crystals,

With Tarot cards.

Casting them into the river…

Rising to the surface,

Bobbing for a while.

Slowly sinking back down.

Now I can be truly rid of them,

Everything is now safe!

Wiping the sweat from my brow,

Getting back into my car,

I headed home.

Chills going up my spine,

Entering the room where the event transpired.

I sat on the bed once more,

Satisfied…

Rid of these cursed artifacts.

To my horror,

In the kitchen,

Hearing three knocks.

I was alone…

Or so I thought!

It was a mocking,

A mocking of the Holy Trinity.

Growling sounds,

Made its way through the air,

From the bathroom.

I unleashed something truly evil.

Taunting me,

Telling me I was a witch!

Disputing the accusation,

I was no witch.

I regretted my visit,

To the crystal shop.

Where I had viewed the Lapis Lazuli,

From behind the glass.

Used to heighten ‘psychic awareness…’

It did just that!

These objects possessing power,

More than previously thought.

A psychotic delusion?

A spiritual experience?

That is the ultimate question.