None take notice
of the lamp that swings,
a guiding light
even on the darkest night,
stagger forward
with a shiver in your spine,
as wind whips and
the sounds of horror
abound.
Up and down,
orange and black,
the smell of cavities
and cheap
dollar store make-up.
all you see
are the ghosts
and the monsters,
the witches
and all manner of damned characters.
But you remain resilient,
and push forward,
searching,
determinedly seeking out
the light that leads home.
Happy (belated) Halloween, you candy-crazy beasts.
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