Pasty White

Pasty White

 
Ghouls and goblins make a living
Stealing candy others are giving.
 
Pasty white, with lips of red;
Walking through a window, dead.
 
Shattered glass cuts to the core,
Seething sounds from raven’s roar.
 
Incandescent, white, set alight;
Nature’s naked, prepubescent fight.
 
Gripped are ghosts of limping ply,
Witches’ brooms are made to fly.
 


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