Curses & Manifestations

I don’t believe in a god

but I prayed today

that soon I’ll be

waking up next to you.

But my bed’s empty tonight.

I chant aloud,

words of affirmation,

so you and I could be destined.

But my voice is breaking.

A beach in the late hours,

a meteor shower,

sharing my heart’s desire,

“Please use all your power!”

I confess all my sins

at the priest’s cabinet.

If I’m forgiven,

will this cycle end?

I’m tossing every last coin,

down every stone well,

I hope the deities listen well,

and can carry my wishes.

I thought this film

was different, the same story,

plays out like a cliché,

and I always cry when the credits roll.

Waiting for the eleventh hour,

eleven minutes in.

That day in mid-November,

hoping the angels stay close.

I visit the witch’s coven,

peaking into crystals,

casting spells, reading tarots,

pleading to reverse this wicked curse.

Blowing on dandelions,

may the wind find what I seek,

bring it back to me.

Pulling my lashes out bald,

ward off the demon’s malice.

All my delusions,

I thought were solutions,

they leave me in ruins.

I thought this was different.

Another cake to celebrate.

Twenty-five candles.

I’ll blow the fire out,

making another wish,

and maybe, it will be granted.