HALLOWEEN

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Peace
Kitty

White

With a single loud bang and scream, the mirror cracked and it was all over. There was nothing. Around me, there was nothing. Nothing but the thick fog and deep cold of the outside world. Today was just another day in hell. I woke up to find myself in sweats, only to look outside and see the world covered in a blanket of fog. Shuffling out of the bed, I set each of my feet upon the colder laminate flooring and steady myself upward. In my vest and boxer shorts, the chilling breeze of no origin seems to have made its way around me, reminding me that I am not welcome within this obscene and horrific world. I did not know where I was, and I did not know who I was. All that I knew was what I felt, and all that I felt was hatred, anger and misery, without even seeing anything. Around me, in this room, is nothing. A clean white room, with simple, but empty drawers. Behind me was the bed I was just sleeping upon, but oddly was already made and stonecold. I didnt hear anything and I didnt know anything for sure, but this world didnt like me. I made my way to the bedroom door and as I reached out for the handle, the echo of a child's laughter came from outside the house. I felt compelled to investigate, and so I did. Grabbing the handle of the door, I swung it open, ran as fast as I could across the landing, down the stairs and out the main front door ahead of me, as if I was running from some horrific being. I made it out of the front door, but as soon as my foot hit the outside pavement, all I could hear was screaming. I covered my ears as tightly as I could, but within a blink, the house I was sleeping in disappeared, into the fog. The screaming stopped abruptly. Slight moans and groans came from within the fog slightly ahead of me. I began to approach the noises, very cautiously. I didnt know what to make of them, until I stepped a little closer. There, on the floor, was a woman in a scorched and still lit white dress. Her skin was badly burnt and was still burning. Her skin was slightly flaking as the seconds passed. The fumes from the combustion stank of overscented charcoal and basic liquid smoke. She didnt scream, nor did she move erratically. With slight twitchs and the moan of pain occasionally, the woman was obviously in intense agony, but had been unable to express it. Within her hand was a small mirror. Her head turned to face me quickly as I spotted the mirror. The hand holding it raised up toward me, as if she wanted me to take it. A slight few seconds passed, with me frozen on the spot. Then, with a quick decision, I decided to take it. As soon as I touched the mirror, the woman's body and her suit evaporated into thick gray-white dust, with a very loud and disturbing scream.  

The mirror was now mine, but incredibly, I felt worse. As if this world hated me all the more and that there were horrifying creatures behind me. I didnt have the guts to turn around, but then I realised I had a mirror. Slowly I brought it upwards toward my face, then turning the mirror side towards me. The person in the mirror was me. It had to be. Then the image began to burn.. my face in the reflection was lightly on fire and my skin began to flake off. With a single loud bang and scream, the mirror cracked and it was all over. There was nothing. Around me, there was nothing. Nothing but the thick fog and deep cold of the outside world. Today was just another day in hell.

dressed for the party

she as a witch --black hat, gauzy veil, long black gown, sandals (the usual)
me as a ghost --bed sheet, holes cut out for eyes, sandals (the usual)

what you see is all we wore --that was part of the turn on

her bosom bounced as she walked (just a bit)
I pushed the sheet out in front (just a bit)

around the block we strolled

we hoped some would notice --that was part of the turn on

my arm around her waist (pulling her close)
her arm around my hips (pulling me near)

up the walk we walked

in the door as if we didn't know each other --that was part of the turn on

flirting with the boys (teasing, not delivering)
toying with the girls (hinting, then declining)

around the room we floated

swaggering, laughing,  --that was part of the turn on

I patted her butt (did others see?)
she rubbed mine (a few saw)

near the bar we passed

playing, drinking, enjoying --that was part of the turn on

I brushed her bust (many saw)
she brushed my cock (others clearly saw)

in the center of the room we circled

exciting, arousing --that was part of the turn on

I played at grabbing her ass (they stared)
she flat seized mine (they really stared)

standing still we groped

nipples and dick erect --that was part of the turn on

she took my finger and put it in and out of her mouth (some were gesturing)
I nodded, she smiled (host was pushing us toward a door)

wrapped around each other we stumbled

sloppy kissing, giggling --that was part of the turn on

my hand gripped and starting to raise her dress (rude comments behind us)
her hand finding its way under the sheet (lewd comments behind us)

slammed the door, saw the bed

sheet over head, hat and veil off, dress on the floor --that was part of the turn on

creating bed noises (giggling at what they must have thought)
fake moaning, false groaning (grinning at what we knew they thought)

she cried out, I yelled out, then off the bed

sheet back over her head, dress over mine, hat and veil on --that was part of the turn on

door open, careening into the party, still wrapped around each other (they really, really stared)
across the room, out into the night, supporting each other (lewd comments flew)

in laughter we wobbled down the walk and around the block

home, stripped, bed --an incredible finale to the turn on

Cadaver  Re-animate    

Church bells
and pitched roof of slate
in silence after they rang
a train went through a burial gate
a bird broke forth and sang.
tombstones anticipate
the rising of dead man
a rumbling underground  
of shake
the drum begins to pound .

Remnant flesh
begins to stretch  
as ancient sinues
re-connect
repulsive tissue
of thread bare
stuck onto skulls
with wisps of hair  .

Cadaver  re-animate
with a snapping , gristle sound
empty socket skulls awake
boney hands claw the ground
they scratch and scrape
the damp streets late
with gutteral , corpse , throat sound
looking for a life to take
with dragging steps unbound .

Gypsy Red, Diddi, JJ, Svengali, and BNY....thank you for submitting!!!!!!!!!!

Trick and treat

I got a chilling way about me
You'd never know when you knock on my door;
What is in store
I sent a text on behalf
Not a booty call
While you're expecting her

You're getting more

Cause' I'm dressed in less
Than the devil would suggest
And you're probably in black
As your knocking shots back at Andrews

Still you've got an invitation

That you cannot ignore
You think it's from her
Miss conceded one
But you're not one to run
And we're gonna have such a fun

Halloween night

Skinnyjean - thank you for your poetry!

    Hell Cab of Brooklyn
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 On a cold winter’s night
On the dark streets of Brooklyn
Wishbone Jackson walked home alone
Suddenly, before him appeared a long black cab
Hell fire and smoke streaming for his exhaust  
Windows darken from the soot.
In Blood Red, the name across its black door read Hell on Wheels.
Cautious, Wishbone watched while the Driver rolled down its window
Wishbone was ghetto wise, kept his Glock in hand, but took two steps back while he peered inside. The Driver asked if he needed a ride as he snickered, sinister
Even in this darkness, Wishbone could see this cabby’s skeleton features.  
Wishbone was no fool, he heard of the Hell Ghost cabby of Brooklyn.
He fired his Glock while the driver simply snickered. His chamber empty, Wishbone ran He ran down dark streets and through cluttered alleyways. The Black Hell cab followed on his heels, fire and smoke coursing from its exhaust, while the skeleton figure snickered in the night. Wishbone finally lost it’s pursuer down 54th street, but Wishbone didn’t stop. He continued to run until he reached his home exhausted. But once he got there, Wishbone froze. The Hell cab sat parked at his door.  He shit his pants when the Black Hell cab simply disappeared in a clap of thunder. The Skeleton laughter lingered in the night leaving behind a shine new black Beamer.

The howl of the wolves
Striking banshee screams
On the night of all nights,
All Hallows Eve

Children of the dark,
The veil has been lifted
All spirits can roam free
And those who've been... gifted

You can come out and play
For no one notices your odd
Even he with a horned skull
Can stand, with his glowing forked rod

Amongst all these adults
You're just another child
You 24 hours before the veil drops again
Better make it worth while.

Glynis and Firedaughter - thank you for supporting the competition with your poems.

BNY - thank you for contributing.