Darling, how enchanting it is to be the teeth sunk into the edge of your neck
Body is a word that weighs heavy on the mind tonight as it does almost every night, tomorrow, and the day after
warm, autumnal orange the kind that made me want to grab my docs, and a pair of shears
Green wraps its arms around four walls squeezing them tight only allowing wind’s small squeals to seep through the crevices
“Hang tight, man.”
Even as a kid, I never really liked dressing up for Halloween. It has a little to do with really hating being looked at, probably.
I find cemeteries to be awkward places.
Like a quarter thrown into a fountain for good luck, the full moon shone bright against the fog-and-cloud marbled October sky.
remember when you were too small to trick or treat handing out candy corn by the door in defeat
I am not interested in being scared this Halloween. And yet, it appears that I am unable to escape the witching hour.
A letter detailing the beautiful work this issue for Halloween!
