Whirlwind

Casting a spell. I feel great. Doing it well. Lights and soft air all around. Next in line, read the cards. Send someone over the edge.

Witches. Charms. Tarot cards. Spells. Colors swimming around my head. It never stops.

Knowing to answer the phone before it rings, or to answer the door before someone knocks.
Demons. Ghosts. Here and now, Having dreams that tell you the devil is coming. It never stops.

This is my life. I am woman, who runs from the girl inside. Its all the same.

It never stops. The world or myself. It never stops. It all could end without a thought.