Photo A.M. Moscoso

I’ ve been searching for that picture, for that collection of words that will

capture Halloween.

I want you to taste the fear, touch the darkness, feel your heart pounding against your poor ribcage until you are sure it’s going to crack open  and your poor insides will fly away from their prison to a horrible fate involving bags marked ” medical waste”.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I’ve discovered that my search has been diffcult because Halloween refuses to be defined, confined, put into a box and set on a shelf until it’s ready to be used.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Halloween does what it wants, with who it wants and treats are involved.

I’m going to keep that in mind for the next few days.

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