MasksWander the streetsMasks
with mischief and laughter plundering the houses for the loot that you’re after.
But to the children
the sweets are their aim thinking the holiday is naught but a game.
Yet we few know the truth of costumes and masks their darker purpose their original task,
for to wear the costume the creature you’ll be no longer a game
but reality.
So go trick or treating
if you truly dare just do not become the mask that you wear.
My Heart in Your HandsI took the splintered wood into my empty handsMy Heart in Your Hands
the jagged edges grate upon my skin as I run my finger across its pocked surface.
The knife in my hand is old and rusted, the edge is dull and worn still I push the ancient steel against the unwilling splinter shaving slowly all the rotted parts away. The unwanted pieces fall like leaves to the ground below and the wind tosses them about my naked feet. With silent focus I continue on,
shaping my masterpiece willing the fragment to bend to my knife.
At last it takes form and my sister glances over, recognizing the shape. &
hmmm.
Love Dazed
