Halloween In the Heartland
Skeletal feet clickity clack,
a zombie child chewing bubble gum
giggles.
I have set a cackling witch at my door
but none are sacred tonight,
yet the cold hand of the dark
shivers all.
Candy is proffered,
horror masks nod, drool and moan,
bone handed gloves
grab recently caught Swedish Fish.
I shove the witches switch at them,
it's the only way
to save some treats
for the hungry ghost
that lives in my grimly grinning mouth.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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