An Ode to Halloween: Skeletons in the Dark

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the wind never stops whistling
we're looking for skeletons in the dark
the starless night disappears every october–
it melts into the clouds with us.
and you're unhappy, angry–
but that's every day of our lives, isn't it?
you could almost be flying over rooftops on your broomstick
as the fire crackles, warm and loving
it burns us down to ashes–
we're nothing and we're never going to be.

october comes
and i sigh when i realize
you're still the monster that you were yesterday.
and– unsurprisingly, i suppose– so am i.

there are skeletons in the closet
don't pull them out, you say
and i bite back the words that threaten to spill out, a warning.
no matter what we do, no matter how long we last
you're always going to be a monster to me,
the scariest creature of all.
and when you leave– i know you will one day
i'll pull each skeleton out of the closet
and then i'll beg– beg you to stay.

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