Halloween Might Be For The Broken After All [Poetry]

I.

“What are you wearing this Halloween?”
My friend asked me


She invited me to a party
I am too down to go
I feel too heavy to show

What am I going to wear?
If my mind changes
Who am I going to copy?
If I plan to show up

“Is he invited?”
I asked my friend.
“I did not invite him.
I know you will not come
if he comes.”
She assured me.
I felt less heavier.

What am I going to wear?
Who am I going to copy?
“Wear something fictional,” they advised me.
Screw it. I am going.
Screw it. Who cares what I wear.

II.

“Welcome to the pa-“,
someone greeted me at the door.
“Are you here for the party?”
He was shook.

Perhaps it was my dress.
Probably it was my face.
“What are you wearing?”
“Who did you copy?”

Oh. Right. Damn.

This dress you see is what I wore
on my first date.. with Alex.
He gave me these earrings on my
24th birthday.
This hairstyle I wanted to pull off
was what he always wanted me to wear.
These shoes were my favorite;
he helped me choose.
And this face? This passionate,
ecstatic,
calm,
secured,
cheery face?
This was what he always made me feel..
before he broke me,
leaving me scarred,
my soul scathed,
my heart ripped.
I’m dressing as my previous self
who fell in love with
the wrong man, who loved and lost,”

Well, at least that was what was in my mind.

“They told me to wear something fictional.”
But that’s just what I said.

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