Just thinking about bones and candy.
Yum.
I’m feeling a little devilish
I’m feeling a little grave
I’m feeling a little wicked
because it’s Halloween
I was a little devilsih
so I dug a shallow grave
I was feeling a little wicked
so I dug it a little deeper
because it’s Halloween
Why does death
shroud itself when it comes to call?
We know it’s face, it’s eyes, its grinning mouth.
When death creeps silent around the unmarked graves
the old graves
the empty graves
the freshly grown graves
Why does the fog follow it
like a loyal beast at it’s master’s heel?
Do you wonder about that fog
could it be my dying breath, or yours?
I do wonder as I wait
by the old graves
the empty graves
and the freshly dug graves too.
JNW’S HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE: FOG
Let me change you
Let me make you
Let me design a new tomb for your soul
with my eyes sewn shut
and my hands at your throat
my teeth at your neck
Welcome
to
eternity.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Response to Daily One Word Prompt: Transformation