it seems like my darkest secrets are
still too light for you, and my
obsession to have it hold weight
and mean something seems
to have lost its charm on me.
if my pain is a joke to you,
then you're just mean.
i don't want to watch scary films,
much less play the starring
role in yours.
i'm a pumpkin-spice-in-a-
cozy-cafe-as-the-autumn-leaves-
swirl-outside-the-door-that-
chimes-each-time-someone-
comes-and-goes kind of person.
give me knitted socks embroidered
with cutesy miniature witch hats
and broomsticks and bubbling
cauldrons. give me the treats,
give me the playful tricks, and you'll
get me.
YOU ARE READING
OF SANITY AND MOODS AND SUCH
PoesiaWelcome ghosts and mischievous tricksters. In this season of delightful spooks and devious treats, this mini poetry chapbook explores frightful fears and possession like it's a horror film, but outside, the autumn leaves fall down, and you're wrappe...
