You look like the girl in my dream last night - hungry for a new name, one to be called out at the stroke of midnight by those about to draw their last tattered breath. You always did want to hold the dark power.
on twisted branches
holds up the bodies
in the breeze.
(Yesterday I bought my first Halloween tree to decorate with ornaments at Target. I’ve wanted one for years and finally got one. It is a spooky black tree with orange glitter on it and prompted me to write this little poem. If I am able to find enough ornaments and such to decorate it with, I will try to share a pic later!)