divine, hellish

She talked to angels.

She has an obsidian star on her neck.

She has amulets, a rabbit’s foot, a Nazar, an Atlantis Ring.

It brings her nothing but bad luck.

She used to see ghosts. She used to hear them.

She used to feel the wind as they were passing by.

She saw the Future in her Cards.

Tarot Cards, Gypsy Cards, all of them hers. For her.

She saw more than the others. She knew more.

She got her eyes and ears wide open.

But no one believed her.

And then she started to talk. Firstly, shyly and quietly.

Then louder and louder.

And in the end she started to shout.

She cried like a baby. She drove them crazy.

She talked to angels.

But all she did was hellish.