Puisi | "Curse Day"

Thursday is not my day..

I've believed it since I was 8..

There would be the ghosts, standing on their graves..

Hunting, crawling, and swallowing us until we are on their land..

Their land..

But, that stupid thought was slowly erased..

I grew up in the curious spiritual cage..

We sing our pray, expelling them from our life away..

..

But baby. Today is still Thursday..

This dumb knowledge gushes out and calls my name..