Wednesday, November 7, 2012

A Little to Late for Skeletons

Halloween has passed but she's still here. She lurks. She spies. She waits. Her bones show through; the moon's lights casting shadows on her already sullen face. Midnight's passed and her pumpkin has disappeared. Someone smashed it. Figures. Oh well. She still has her white Chevy S10 pickup, full of old pizza, candy wrappers and clothes and makeup. It's time to return to being her usual self. It's time to return to human form.

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