There’s a silvery whine to the breeze
a feathered watch in the trees
[no one seems to hear but me]
perhaps someone lies in wait
for a distraction as they grip a re-tract-able blade?
Tiny neon flashlights and piping children
Trick or treat was never a question
The candy is poisoned!
There was never another option
It was its own reply!
How grave of me//come to clarity//
Dark humor is a luxury, no?
I digressβ¦
What has your soul done
& where has it gone
In all your unfaithful time
Guarding your life arbitrarily
Just waiting to cheat me
As if you could.
–LM
Loving this poem of yours β¨
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Thank you Navin! π
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You’re very welcome β¨ β€οΈ
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Beautiful dark twist to this! Very spooky indeed.
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As always thank you for input Tom π«
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Nice blog
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Thank you! π
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