Carousel

The lights swirled around us and captured our bodies, blanketing our minds. We threw our heads back and caught the air, smiling wide, breathing deeply. The trees, the sand, the pink top of the carousel, the mirror, the horses, all swirled and swirled on and on. We were no longer in our bodies.

An old myth that says voodoo will leave you on that very carousel for eternity and you never are able to turn back. We didn't believe it until this day. The day we took our visit to Elazier's. She made yoke and placed our nails in a ceramic dish. Enchantments, hymns, seeped through her soul. She pricked us with a needle and we bled. With our blood we filled the very bottom of the bowl. She shattered our depths with truths of eternity in this damned placed and dipped us in its hell. Before we left, she whispered, "carousel."

When we walked outside we heard carnival music off in the distance behind the forest's trees. Even if we tried to resist we couldn't help but walk towards it. Once there, we found it. We found the only thing that would make our souls flourish, the carousel.