Moonbeams shone through the
windows as witches cackled in the
static air. Halloween was beautiful,
but also pure madness.
Like the chaotic evil stroke of black
amongst pastel.
It was surreal; people dancing,
laughing, terrifying costumes, a
pure chaotic mess.
Just like herself, wearing the colors
of bleak insignificance;
black.
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Blackberry Thistles ✓
Poetrypoems as delicate as the fruit itself, and as thought-provoking as the sour aftertaste. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2019 Kate H. > third place winner of the gem-mers awards poetry section 2020
