Happy Halloween

As my tires pull me into the drive, I see you left a life-sized note for me:

a human-shaped s**t on a string, proving you finally f*****g did it.

(thank god)

In the deepening twilight you spin slowly,

hanging from a jutting limb --

a macabre conflation of death and decoration.

You chose such a fitting night to escalate things to a climax,

such an apt evening to wrap the rope and twitch your toes over empty air. 

I watch your rope disappear into the dusk

as you float behind armies of goblins, 

innocent hoards of miniature beasts, as they trek from door to door,

demanding their sugary dues.

They wander in groups, voices low,

naive noses wrinkling at the sepulchral smell

that assails all those who in turn assault my doorstep. 

You deserve to be regarded as a tacky, late-October novelty,

an attempt at being festive left out long enough to rot.

When I hoisted you up

(no, it was you, it was you, remember)

yourself up and I kicked the stool

(you kicked it)

you kicked the stool,

you must have known I would leave you here to decompose,

three feet above the ground.

You somber specter,

spilling your s**t and piss down your pant legs,

(you faithless f**k)

killing yourself was the perfect gift I could give myself

(it wasn't I didn't)

and now I will let you stretch on that noose until the fetid smell

attracts startled glances from passing motorists,

until I can be certain that you're actually dead,

that you won't come back,

(and f**k him again)

that I ended you.

Reviews

[ReedWrite]

Very interesting poem, and quiet different from what I expected. This would be a great short story, horror genre, should you ever choose to expand and expound. I like the use of silent dialogue. It's intriguing. Thank you for sharing this piece.