Minutes from a Meeting of Monsters
How do we make them scream this year? (witch starts with a cackle)
All those unsuspecting kids (vampire rubs his hands together eagerly)
Light them on fire! (mummy rewraps his arm carefully)
Lunge at their throats! (werewolf shadow boxes in the corner)
Or... (ghost floats hesitantly)
We can be nice this year
Eat their candy rather than
Eviscerating the poor dears (a short pause, then -)
Nah! (motion denied)
Hell on Earth for
A single night every year.
Let the moonlight illuminate those ghastly demons.
Let the costumes not be a disguise, maybe more
Of a truth than a lie.
We are the monsters, Halloween is the one night
Every year that we can be ourselves
Every year on the same day
Nice costume, they say.
Going. Going. Goner. Goner as my breath comes in unending pants.
Onward movement. Receding footsteps as I whip away.
Ogling . Squinting eyes to penetrate the dark.
Splash! Drip! Squash! Kaboom! Thump! Oomph!
Endless corridor as I sprint for the win.
Blizzard gnawing at my pale skin.
Unending beads of perspiration cascading down my length.
Macabre giggles erupting like newfound wings.
Perspective zooming in like a fucking train.
Surprise!!!!! Damn it dude, you almost gave me a heart attack!!!!
A Tale of Halloween
Hear ye, hear all
A tale of a holiday most overrated
Loved by the makers of sweet confection and moon-crazed children of the night
Loathed by the owners of small yappy dogs
Owners of houses drenched yellow in the yolk of eggs, and
Witless tired parents who cannot control their offspring
Energized by that evil confection
Endlessly running amok in the night with no one to answer to.
No good comes from this crazed night.