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Halloween

At your door,

A firm, loud knock

No mask

Invite me across

Your threshold

I was drawn here

With a thirst

For someone

Sweet

Against your

Stairs

Hand on your throat

A mean treat

Belly melting tricks

With my lips

Rough against yours

Soft ghost

Words clawing at

Our insides

I know the sweet spots

And I knock on the

Doors of you

Until they answer

Loud as the fireworks

Echoing from the

Future

 

By MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here.

You can find more about me here: http://wp.me/P4B2tw-1

Represented by SMART Talent Agency (http://www.smart-talent-kent.co.uk/)

I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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