They held a seance after I was
suddenly run over.
I couldn’t speak at the time
as I’d lost all my teeth
in the accident, some shit
just follows you even into
the afterlife ironically.
I could sense a great deal of coins
on a table, individual change
was the thought.
“Is there anything you wish to tell
us?”
Mmm..mhh..hrrrr m
“I don’t think the spirit is with us”,
said the psychic.
Deciding to send a message through
the coins, on each one
the embossed writing altered
to say something dearly personal,
even made them glow spookily.
The psychic gathered up the coins,
tutted quietly at the amount,
then put the whole lot all in her purse,
not noticing a freaking thing!
Later she bought a lottery ticket,
paid cash, which really pissed me off.
Unraveling 