NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Seven : Reading

Fingers like twigs,

they rustle when she reaches

for the stack of tarot cards

clustered center

in a dogeared pile

of past lives laid out

before ghosts

who sat where I sit

hands tucked beneath my knees

as if that will keep darkness

from turning to face me.

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