I remember
in the dark
touches like snakes
phantom fangs
but contact nonetheless
and now
on this
my only festival
they prance
in catsuits
at my bars
flaunting reprieve
before dying eyes
half-moon smiles dancing
across goddess faces
taunting me
as if my pain were some kind of joke
and all I can do is smile back
For this is Halloween...
(A horror beyond all reckoning)
...
Note: The first edit of this was really, really bad. And silly. Sorry about that.
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