My Cardboard Balcony

Fortune Teller by Belinda Roddie Your skull is as fragile yet as pristine as your father's crystal ball The flesh that cloaks it is dark enough to block the sun, and when I kiss your forehead, you spark. The heat is tantalizing, and yet, I cannot see my future in your eyes, though you keep trying to convince me that you see your future with me.

The Haunted Festival by Belinda Roddie The music at the carnival seemed to be playing backwards.