There is magic

There is magic. I have never doubted it. When I
saw my first exorcism, I couldn't believe what I
was seeing. It really didn't appear possible to
be taken by a demon. Demons are not for real.
The other night, running through the close boughs
of the forest, the fingers picking at my clothing;
the bugs biting through the skin and into vessels, I
caught sight of several iridescent beetles darting
several steps off the trail in a small bright
clearing.

I changed my course, away from the strong river,
and came upon wild mushrooms formed in a circle.
The bugs were gone and the trees were still. Even
the birds had decided to zip their mouths.