Paranormal Obsession

By Keerthana K

I had an obsession with the paranormal.

A twelve-year-old me always spent her

bike rides chasing after cemeteries.

A need for a validated personality was never the reason.

All the time—all the wasted fun I spent

Looking into the occult and its cases,

That I knew my little brain never believed in—

was because of false hope.

It is easy to desire to seek this impossible find

In a world where horrors commit to us every day.

There was an insatiable need in that child

To be scared, to have something rattle her bones,

To have security in the fact

That there are unshakeable deeds out there

That humans are not responsible for.

It is a dangerously crafted lie—

To place belief in the supernatural,

So the spotlight might turn away from us.

By Keerthana K