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I love Halloween.
Yes, I am that basic white girl.
But I’m not pumpkin spice
and everything nice,
I’m spiked apple cider
and hot cocoa around a fire.
I like black cats and purple bats
I go soul searching
where I know ghouls are lurking
in hopes they will smuggle me into Halloween Town
inside their blood-soaked capes.
There, I’ll flash my weirdly pointy canines
and they’ll think I’m a vampire
and invite me to stay
where it’s Halloween every day.
The idea alone makes me go batshit cray-cray
Wait—I already did that.
Guess I’ll fit right in,
which is something I’ve never experienced.
I’m a square peg
while everyone is round,
and I’m not one to beg,
not anymore.
Unless… you’re offering rides
to the spookiest time of my life.
That, I will beg for.
Anything to take me away
from the day-to-day
that keeps my spooky soul at bay.
Man, I love Halloween.
The only day a year
and let my freak flag fly
in the moonlit night.
Man, I love Halloween:
the only night a year
when I can be free.
An excerpt from my debut book, "Flames Speak". Available now on Amazon.
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