Story telling,
in this,
the month of October.
Change is our hero
under the cold darkness
it’s just easier
thinking it’s safe here
even though we both know
it’s just Halloween dress up.
She puts smiles on faces,
open and giving,
with her ever revealing
set of pretty curves.
It’s just easier
to set eyes alight
letting the others
get away
all safe and sound.
Scary are the heavy cries
coming from underneath
an abandoned church.
Oh bless me Father,
it’s been long enough
since we’ve been here last,
it’s just, it’s Halloween
and she promised
we’d make a sacrifice
placing my forearm
out on the altar
begging her please
“Will you make me bleed?”