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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It was Halloween night, and all the kids had come trick-a-treating in their costumes, some cute and some scary. I had a good time passing out the treats with my cat, but there had been no kids for about an hour. I went out on the porch to blow out the candle in the pumpkin head. A cloud passed over the full moon and it made everything look eerie. (I was startled by a scream.) It seemed that I, was dreaming the moment my head touched the pillow . . . Many weeping people, had come to the funeral with flowers, Oh, the red roses were beautiful and the lilies divine. My dress was the softest rose pink chiffon and all wispy. The visitors were talking together in low voices. They said, I looked lovely and I wanted to smile but could not. It seemed my pink lips and mouth were sewn shut. And my hands were folded on my chest and I was holding, a rosary. Odd, I do not recall owning a white pearl rosary. Then, suddenly, all the people left and I was alone in a dark cold room I did not know. Well, I thought I might as well get some sleep in this dream, so I tried to close my eyes and realized they were sewn shut too. Oh, I hate this dream and I struggle to leave it, but could not. Soon the visitors are back with their sad smiles. They kiss my pale cheek, and their tears fall on me. Then, they close the lid of my coffin and I am being carried away. I hear everything, the prayers and songs, the weeping. Oh dear Lord, I want to wake up now please. I am so afraid. I feel movement like wheels beneath me. Turning and twisting and I sense the tranquility of the cemetery and I can smell the grass. (I am home) . . . The door of the, family crypt is closing and I am screaming, don't leave me here, I am alive! Or am I? I am not sure anymore if this is a dream. ____________________________ October 12, 2016 Poetry/Narrative/Halloween Night Copyright Protected, ID 16-838-803-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonyn. For the contest, Halloween Night sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron First Place
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