Human limbs/fingers all splayed

About the small dark cave

Loud buzzing heard coming from

Lit up spaces in the walls

Oho here come the fireflies

Watch out for their deathly lucibufagins

Everyone in the village knows

Especially the children that

Never smile when fireflies glow!

#HALLOWEEN.

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I woke up on Halloween eve.

Wearing my hunger on my sleeve.

To the kitchen I dashed to get my favorite food of any kind.

A big bowl of golden graham remix on my mind.

I reach for my box but it was empty...I was hit!

Gasps...Who did this?....!!!!!!!!

the day was dark and the night burned

the wind spread fire and the sun cried

the clouds were the ghosts of dying stars

that would scream before they died.

the rain was hot and scorched the earth

but her core was frozen, icy, solid

the ghostly steam would sing a song

a reminiscent cacophony, a ballad

how uncomfortable it must be

to exist in such catastrophe

each star contained a memory

each day, farther from reality

The sun is shining sickeningly bright.

The world is covered in holy light.

Under this sacred place, you find,

A being that puts everything behind.

Their life, their home, their family too

A spooky being, their vocabulary, boo!

Do not fear, do not fret

For, my dear, you would be next.

Little Ava squeezed her eyes tight.

not tonight...

not tonight...

She dove under the covers with fright.

Not tonight...

Not tonight...

From her closet came a red light.

Not tonight!

Not tonight!

A hand pulled the door open slight.

Not tonight!

Not tonight!

She took a breath. It'd be all right—

Nothing would happen—not tonight.

Not tonight...

Not tonight...

Please not tonight!

Don't kill me tonight!

But yet the creature devoured her in one bite.

Tonight.

A season of mystery,

Where the monsters fear the people,

Those who scream,"Trick-or-treat!"

Houses become graveyards for decorations,

A night that our fears become a celebration,

There are various symbols for Hallows Eve,

Bats, ghosts, vampires, and pumpkins,

Most of them are orange,

But in one neighbourhood,

There was a house where the pumpkins were red,

Oozing and dripping crimson liquid down the porch as if they were dead,

At first they assumed it was food coloring,

Until Halloween arrived and the stench of death spread down the street,

Children kept away from the house but adults had their concerns,

So, they called the cops and learned that...

...It was just a prank!

They used pigs blood to scare the neighbours,

But as a consequence,

Their house got egged by the local teens later,

And that was the last year,

That red pumpkins would ever appear.

The rare crisp Florida night

The plaza crowd buzzes before the lonely stage

All patched in primitive stiches, gathered in black

Devils Lettuce rising in thick plumes

Loose groups in drunk conversation

I sit by one

One of several with the GG paraphernalia

"Knock Knock"

"Who's There?"

A dazed stare is the only response

Dazed but amused

An inside joke only his twisted state could understand

A woman beside him chuckles, sharing his warped vibrations

The stale air tingles

The moonless stars churn with the clouds

They dance in his eyes, a set of childish pupils

He stares through my receding forehead

Only stuck gears behind those sockets

His body drags behind him as the head swivels around my figure

A man pulling a rusted stiff bicycle brain across the sidewalk

Looking unblinking

Eyelid freckle, nose zit, fluttering split end, repeat

Moving the head to each place, not the eyes

"Your pupils are big, you look high."

He says this, not me

I redirect his attention to his backpatch

GG Allin; Big white sewed on letters to the frayed denim vest

Wrapped around in a tight circle, a bold insignia

Dusted and wrinkled with marsh dirt, sewn on loud

Enough to even make the late shit slinger proud

He makes no mention of it and takes out his billfold instead

"Big fan!"

A grey kitten within the clear card sleeve

"His name is GG Calin!"

I smile and nod

"Knock Knock"

"Who's there?"

The woman states the question

Their hysterical laughter dissipates in the monotone sea of voices

Lost to the cooling breeze

Churning with the skunk fog haze

Understood by no one

And yet they still holler out

A disjointed music

What's that in the street, a head?

What entails entrails, torn out by nails?

Play that Devil's chord, it's said,

Summon the thing with horns and scales.

Diabolus in Musica, the dominant 7th,

Goes from the 3rd to the 7th-flat;

Violating Commandments, first through tenth

To send us lemmings to Hell and back.

When tritone sounds, relegate treat as downbeat;

Reinstate Hallow's Eve forsaken dread.

Approach each door, unlit, in mortal deceit,

Ring the bell and show up dead.

He looked at me beyond the obvious, and I shivered amidst

The deepness of his eyes, so piercing and midnight blue,

Their intensity was nothing anyone would ever miss,

And I knew beyond any doubt, a new reckoning anew.

I felt the haunting of my soul and my eyes stung with tears,

I was both afraid and enticed beyond any measure I’d known

As he moved toward me, his purpose much too evidently clear,

I stood where I was, unmoving, lest the root of his impetus be sown.

The line of his mouth hardened, his blue eyes deepened to black,

Mesmerized, unable to move, I watched him draw ever nearer,

I felt the chill of his breath as he sighed, poised on the precipice of attack,

And an enlightenment of his motive became abundantly clearer.

Here was no simple mortal known to mankind amidst the dark,

But a creature, so wonderfully formed betwixt both it and the light.

He leaned closer to me, his beautiful mouth reaching its mark,

And I fell into him, not resisting that which was to be my plight.

I felt the thrill of his touch, the chill of his mouth as he imbibed

From me the blood that ran richly and so magnificently red,

And I knew that from this point evermore our worlds would collide

Into an unknown, unchangeable moment I neither feared nor did dread.

He lifted his coal black gaze, looking deeply into dazed eyes of green,

I fell and leaned into him, pleading and begging for still more despite

So strong was the unforgiveable need for the unknown and what I had seen

As I longed for his feast upon me to prolong with no need of respite.

Wonderful creature of darkness and light, mark me forever more

With your chilled touch and your stealthy lightness of foot,

Make me yours through this night and the truth of your lore,

My mind screamed, my heart beat, as the dark, unbidden thought took root.

A grimace of a smile deliberately formed upon his handsome visage

As he stepped back and gave me a look of pure longing so vivid

My heart skipped a beat and felt the immensity of the privilege,

And then he quietly withdrew, and the need for him steadily lifted.

As he disappeared into the liquid ink of the midnight evening,

I looked about and slowly returned to myself, though amazed and in wonder

With thoughts anew at what I’d just seen despite knowing it was deceiving,

And my heart and mind split, and my complete being burst asunder.

And now in the stillness and dark of night, many years beyond that first time,

I feel the blue of his piercing eyes, the chill of his breath, the touch of his

mouth,

And I long for he who invaded midnight while into my heart he did climb,

Creating a vortex of need within, as forever, my love for any other was doused.