Friday the 13th

I enjoy superstitions.Black cats riddle the roomLicking up saltI spill to the floorAs I crawl down the ladder I was usingTo rip out the horseshoe from the wall my friend put upWalking under the ladder to toss it to the floor.Spying my umbrella I used it to poke the catsAway from the ladder as to not make me fallAnd seeing as how they refused to moveI opened it indoorsWhich cracked one of my favorite mirrorsSeveral times over.Heading towards the shattered glassI stepped on a cricket,Swore on God's name 'cause my shoe was dirtyBefore stepping on a spider with the other foot.Cursing such things I kicked my Magic 8 ball away in angerWhich rolled over the Ouija boardTowards the calender where my gaze follwed.It was Friday the thirteenth.Friday the thirteenth?I scoffed at thatTurning back to my taskWho's afraid of superstitionWhen you are superstition?

Its friday the 13th..

its the superstition..

about how the bad luck will come to our fear..

i made this poem based on one of my novel..

i dont believe in superstition but who knows..

anything can happen rite?