Carving orange pumpkins to make scary faces,
Gooey, chocolate candy carried in pillow cases,
Dressed up as green-faced witches or red horned devils,
Moonlight gleaming down on laughing children,
Haunting laughter from mechanical ghouls,
Red eyed spiders crawling up a cotton web.
When the air gets so cold we see our breath,
'Monster Mash' blaring on someone's boom box,
Tree branches now brown and bare.
That scary mother we see in our nightmares — our other mother that sews buttons in our eyes,
Or that haunted doll that lives in their basement — collecting dust during the day but walks the halls at night,
Her sweet porcelain face that smiles when she wakes,
Maybe a wicked wand that casts a spell,
It's energetic auras glow and twinkle like stars,
Blessing you with some gift or a possible curse.
A spooked toilet paper ghost,
Hanging outside on its flimsy post,
The loud cawing of black crows,
Chilly hay bales on a haunted ride,
Some scary face lingering on the other side.
Sweet apple cider and pumpkin pies,
Decorated frosted sugar cookies shaped like ghoul looking eyes,
Fruit punch that is red like blood,
Sweet and sugary — making them hyper,
Like a bitter cup of coffee — a caffeine flood.
October 1st, 2021
6:04 AM
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryBeing a writer, my brain is filled with glorious ideas. I want to give my words life- and these are mine.
