Halloween

Breathing heavy,

I wait for light to leave the sky –

longing for your nighttime spell

a brutal, tortured tongue-tie.

You haunt me with your drawling voice

dark and yet unseen,

you disturb my foolish, failing heart

and call it Halloween.

Halloween

Perhaps,

we should all fashion ourselves as

failure

death

and

public speaking —

for, beyond goblins and clowns,

that’s what really

makes us to tremble.

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Happy Halloween!