October 13th

I hate the fall,
I hate the fallen leaves beneath my feet-
The sound of them breaking,
Reminds me too much of you.

I hate the winter,
I hate the blinding pure snow-
The cold air feels like your breath.

October used to be my favorite month...
The sweetness of candy,
The Halloween consumes of make-up covered vampires, and ghosts.

Now, I hate October.
I can't see the make-up without thinking of the blood that had to be cleaned off the walls
Or the people in sheets and wonder,
Are you a ghost walking among them?

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