I can hear the spirit at night, your voice, before I drift away to sleep. “You must stop practicing black magic. You must relent and let go Eva.” I tend to pace the floor after these encounters wondering, searching, and trying to recall the fond memories of you, my late mother.
“Walk away from casting spells. Stop the witchcraft!,” the voice roars on later in my dream, as I sit up with a sweaty feeling and head to the kitchen for a tall glass of water.
In a box tucked away in a closet, I fumble around until I find my old baby book. I flip through pages until I find a birth announcement, grade school news, and birthday parties. I look at a selection of photos, me and you posing, smiling and happy in front of the camera. We were happy. I can see that we were happy.
In the back of the book, I noticed a letter tucked behind an envelope. It was stuffed behind a cream envelope, this, a surprise.
Dear Eva,
If you are reading this letter I hope I am safe. I hope I have found a way to sever my relationship with your father. I did not realize he was a warlock and dabbled in voodoo. I did not realize he was abusive and controlling. I hope as you read between the lines you will find that I was able to escape and we both are free.
Love,
Mother
“Walk away from casting spells. Stop the witchcraft!,” the voice roars on later in my dream, as I sit up with a sweaty feeling and head to the kitchen for a tall glass of water.
In a box tucked away in a closet, I fumble around until I find my old baby book. I flip through pages until I find a birth announcement, grade school news, and birthday parties. I look at a selection of photos, me and you posing, smiling and happy in front of the camera. We were happy. I can see that we were happy.
In the back of the book, I noticed a letter tucked behind an envelope. It was stuffed behind a cream envelope, this, a surprise.
Dear Eva,
If you are reading this letter I hope I am safe. I hope I have found a way to sever my relationship with your father. I did not realize he was a warlock and dabbled in voodoo. I did not realize he was abusive and controlling. I hope as you read between the lines you will find that I was able to escape and we both are free.
Love,
Mother
