The Sibling Reenactment

And there he stood...saying nothing 

The messy carver reflecting the misty moonglow 

Dark sockets of pure evil penetrate her innocent, young soul 

She hawks out her metallic-rich wine in disgust 

The messy carver reflecting the misty moonglow 

Doors tremble from the earthquake of fists 

She hawks out her metallic-rich wine in disgust 

Little birdy calls out for her savior 

Doors tremble from the earthquake of fists 

Fluffy, full, fuzzy hair whisps against his stiff, sturdy, navy-blue jumpsuit 

Little birdy calls out for her savior 

His hand extending to gain his possession 

Fluffy, full, fuzzy hair whisps against his stiff, sturdy, navy-blue jumpsuit 

Crunchy brown leaves cutting at her soft skin 

His hand extending to gain his possession 

Her voice, what remains, croaks in agony, adrenaline & pain 

Crunchy brown leaves cutting at her soft skin 

Dark sockets of pure evil penetrate her innocent, young soul 

Her voice, what remains, croaks in agony, adrenaline & pain 

And there he stood...saying nothing

*A pantoum poem written for a college creative writing class. Published in the "Prairie Light Review" magazine (Vol. 44)

*My older brother (Michael Meyers) chased me (Laurie Strode) down our neighborhood street on Halloween night. Reenacting the famous scene from the original '78 classic, fellow trick-or-treaters loved it (especially the adults ;) )