Should I write a poem about Halloween,
full of psychological horrors and gruesome things?

Like deep romantic wounds getting infected,
herpe kisses or Donald Trump getting elected?

I could lean on shuddery tropes, like haunted houses
or more real world threats, like cutthroat spouses.

I could make you look up scary looking words, like Syncretism.

gasp What caused that creek in the floor?!
Who’s that banging on the door?

Is that blood on that rag?
Is there a body in that bag?
Is that your husband in drag!?

Relax, have fun, chill-out,
Oh, better get a bowl of candy out.

Happy Halloween!
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Songs for this:
Monster Mash by Bobby "Boris" Pickett & The Crypt-Kickers
I Killed You by Tyler, The Creator

Sanguine in the meadows,
he basks in memories
of good company,
resolved to reveal
a nature he knew not.

Riddled in a tale of trauma
that brings irony:
that something so simple
could unwind the tapestry
leading to his heart.

Looking in the mirror,  
I trace the lines,  
recalling memories etched  
in laughter, tears, and time.  

From girlhood dreams  
playing in sunlit fields  
to nights of doubt  
where silence yields.
I ran and stumbled  
through seasons,  
feeling both joy and strife,  
as my ambitions wove  
into the fabric of my life.

As I aged,  
love found me gently,  
a force that held me tight,  
as hearts came and parted,  
guiding me through  
the brightest days  
and darkest nights.

Yet in quieter moments,  
I learned to be still,  
to cherish the rhythm  
of my heart’s beating will.  
I found wisdom in years,  
revealing the beauty of growth  
and the power of fear.

Now I am forty years young,  
with stories to share,  
a mosaic of memories
and a life almost laid bare
as I embrace this journey,
completely aware
of who I am.

©️Lizzie Bevis