halloween comes at the best time,

a drip down your heart in a churn

of words called oof- this ghost-lit

bad brain hook on one withered hand it

scratches itself in a forest etc, christ

it’s racy. quick- resurface the jingling spit

says headless / sleepless- nobody

likes you. thanks ghoul! do keep me

posted i say, it is helpful to know where

i’m not. fake blood in the whisper chain,

the dithering rain- childless strings of

lights in tooth, static, pickaxe, how

do you do. deconstructed in laser sharp

glee- my ribcage a synth, fanning out hard

into the red of black trees. the umami runs
deep. pls help. i am above, i am nowhere.