Supernatural Friday: My Soul for a Bucket of Ice

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"My Soul for a Bucket of Ice"

by

Pamela K. Kinney

 

Summer heat;

humidity draining me.

The night is

no different

The moon doesn’t

cool me down

I would do anything,

anything to be cold.

Even sacrifice

my first born child

Or rip out

the heart of my enemy.

But

Unless,

I make this summoning,

I will keep sweating.

Circle of blood;

black candle lit

Chant rising

on the night’s fetid air

A form of

black mist inside

Eyes red

as hellfire

staring back at me

“What is that command?”

I fall to my knees

Cry out,

“I need freezing cold!”

“As you wish. . .”

I disappear

End up

in a cave of ice

Many miles below

the Arctic snow and ice.

Maybe I should have

been more specific

And maybe,

Next time don’t use,

Demon Summoning for Dummies,

Instead, 

go to the supermarket

and buy a bag of ice.