For the spooks in your insides. For the dead on this eve.
For the spooks in your insides. For the dead on this eve.
We only need one
more witch to tip
the balance. But
you can’t bring
your favorite things.
When wild
gargoyles need
to feed, we call
them
coyotes.
Ghost slime feels
like a stranger’s coat
and tastes like
something you
forgot to do.
One fire in the night
says you’re alive.
More fires mean
a fight or a
sacrifice.
It only costs
a little blood
to have and keep
the devil
on your side.
There’s a moon
for the hunt and
a moon for the
girls and a moon
that keeps secrets.
For one night,
tonight, all the
caves empty and
nothing stays
underground.
That crystal-
ball guilt
won’t go away
for at least
three dreams.
There’s a current
not in the water,
the wind or the wire
that won’t kill you,
but it might try.
Vun bat,
too bat,
free bat, foh,
start running,
it’s time to go..
It takes ten
skeletons to fill
a closet but don’t
tell anyone you
have so many closets.
The hair on your
flesh raises
and you are bigger
than you used to be.
Go forth.
[Header photograph courtesy of Rival Colors.
