Occult

By Shreya Bejwani

one two three lumps of

mud beneath my feet

five six seven

stars above my head

they surround me wearing

soft lilac crowns

a glow on each fingertip

eight nine ten

rocks almost as old as the spirits they watch me dance with

watch me dance with spirits we summoned this dawn

the light rays begin to warm us

bow down to the new day

surrender to the inevitable

relinquish and liberate your inhibitions all at once

By Shreya Bejwani