Eve's Night Out
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A Poem For Halloween, But Also A Hidden Message Behind-Revenge.
Vickie Thayer
Where wicked things grow,
She waits to be found,
Down a dark and dusty road,
Eve, a Pumpkin, dying on the ground,
Ravens pick away her eyes,
She now sees,
Her grin carved with back stabbing knives,
Revealing her unborn seeds,
Slicing her orange flesh,
She feels no pain,
Her grin releases no breath,
As she drinks in frozen rain,
Tonight she'll be warmed by their candle's flickering flame,
Transformed,
She'll perform,
In their evil game,
As they walk by her,
In their scary disguises,
Hoping to fit in,
To be saved from their demises,
It's her turn to play,
Her last chance before she dies,
On this her best performance yet,
All Hallow Eve's Night.
~Vickie Thayer~
Copyright © Vickie Hurtt - Thayer | Year Posted 2017
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