Halloween Night
It's that time of year again
Festivities, curling pumpkin vines
Oily green witch faces
And cinnamon apples
Delighted screams ebbing
Into the distance, away from here
Here is a place that's no good
Here the cobwebs are real
There are never many knocks on doors here
At least, not from the outside in
I sit alone in the hallway, no lights
Awoken by the sounds of chains again
It wasn't branches scraping against
The attic window, no, not this time
The children laugh and swirl
In vibrant colors, plastic masks
Orange bags with shrieking black mouths
Chocolate and gummy worms,
They can't wait to get to the next house
But I can't see them, not anymore
It calls to me again, the groan
Like the hull of a great ship
Swelling with water, sinking
I am drawn back down the hallway
Twisting, turning, All I hear
Is my breathing, my breathing
Almost there now, the music box is broken
I have my hand on the cold knob,
I turn it, greeted by its little protest
The creaking stops, and I confront
The birth of darkness before me
The closet door opens there, but I can only hear it
Exposing the black pit which curdles blood
And the mumbling, the murmured calling out,
It keeps me there, riveted to place, each night
The silent screams of the back bedroom
The living replaced by something else
The lost soul's room; death for the dead
Oh god, what happened?
What happened here?
8/27/2012
Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2012
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