Bats

They bled from the moonlight

opened up like a murder victim

belly to throat with their high

pitched squeal no yellow tape, no warning of danger, just teeth glistening

above the din illuminated

by an October street lamp

you told me not to worry

they wouldn’t swoop down

lay eggs in my hair

another halloween lie

you wanted to make sure

I knew

but when they swooped down

like kamikaze pilots targeting

I ran like Hell

and to this day, I’m still running