One year ago….
brainless and empty,
tealight the only brightness and toothy grin the only expression,
until the squirrels gnaw him away….
So with this in mind
there was no panic when he appeared,
triangle eyed and dopey,
in the window.
She thought the light behind his wideslashed smile seemed a little…
The scent of pumpkin more than a little….
But Halloween is a time of happy pumpkins and hershey bars and candy apples
so what could there be to fear,
as she opened the back door…
when the questions asked over and over
and left answerless,
were only clean blank spots in a locked away file,
and November and December had banished the taint of all hallows…
(God help us…not empty)
shambled up the familiar street,
fresh harvested from an unspeakable slumber,
with a light…
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