Ouija

Just a poem

Why is my pulse now racing?

Why beats my heart so hard?

Quill stolen from planchette
penning ink on tarot card.

Ouiji gives no answers
as the glass just simply spins,
leaving me with questions
and my image filled with pins.

Black candles shed no light
as they flicker in my breath,
reminding me that fate is cruel
as well as blind and deaf.

Author's Note

Couldn't find spelling for the pen style ouija ( plachenta ) if you know it please add to comment, thank you

Reviews

[Daytonight]

Sugar is right dear brother. Planchette is the correct spelling as I looked it up for you. ^^ Enjoyed the poem. Keep on penning.

[Raspberry Rebel]

Fate how ever it materialises sucks sometimes. Love the chill factor within this...Your writing really has come on :)

I think it is PLANCHETTE but i'm not 100% on that :) I enjoyed the read xxx