The pumpkins have started to rot.
Sweet wrappers travel with the wind
through deserted streets,
some decorations have been removed, some haven't.
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and everything is changed.
Yesterday, it was 'to scare us', a 'prank' -
just another decoration,
but the blood is still there, pooled on the pavement,340Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi3A3XEt18T
the screams we thought were 'just a recording' have ceased.
Flies flicker around the door of the house at the end of my street,
around the blood on the pavement that we laughed over,
since it was obviously 'fake'.
A siren wails,
the air smells of regret, death, and rotting pumpkins.340Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV2J3AhNc2A
