Halloween
darkness
all around me
the distant high-pitched cackle
hurts my ears and im
afraid
noises
black cats walking
alley screaming
mountains howling
i wonder,
are these costumes?
or are they disguises?
i walk
down the street
but i feel something tearing at me
nothing's there
but shadows
of trees
of buildings
of something
i fall
face on gravel
chest burning
bleeding
nothing
Copyright © Emma Thompson | Year Posted 2014
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