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Halloween

Tonight

I am at your door

No masks

And you invite me

Across your threshold

Death flees from my sight

Except the little ones

I am rapacious

Tearing at your clothes

My face a snarling smile

Lips drawn back

To dance across yours

Equal parts ravishment

And appreciation

You are made substance

In my hands

And my mouth

Knows all your sweet, secret places

Claim your flesh

Like you signed your soul away

Shuddering like you’re possessed

And, as my flesh claims yours,

In every room of this house,

Haunted by lovers,

You

Are

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