Silly to be scared of a number
But there it was

She was scared to celebrate
her first official “teen” birthday,
thought the house
would go up in flames
because one of the candles
would flare and
that would be that.

She could not move into a flat
on the 14th floor
because she knew
the numbers skipped
from 12 to 14.

Karma was bound to catch up
in the form of
falling out the window
being squashed by a toppled ladder
(even though she hadn’t walked under it)
or being slowly gnawed to bits
by a black cat.

© Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Also at Writer’s Island in answer to their prompt, “Superstition,” and my poetic home, Poets United.