Kaylin Mahoney
Falling for you behind the sheets of our best friend’s fort,
You carried me home early on a November morning.
Kissing in the cold on the football field.
Loving you was like midnight on a foggy full moon Halloween
Too rare to run from your sweet seduction.
Strangers in costumes of lovers.
Grinning like a cheap decoration when strangers pass
Carving into your skin, ripping out pumpkin guts.
Setting me on fire to keep yourself warm.
Whispering lies into my tangled honeycomb hair
As we buried ourselves in graves of crunchy leaves
Turning me into your own corpse bride.
Screaming at me over spilled cider on the kitchen counter,
Grinding cinnamon sticks into my open scars.
Sipping your cocoa like nothing’s wrong.
Walking away feels like swimming through mud in Autumn.
Shake the worms out of your rain boots
and learn to live with that pumpkin pie pit
in the bottom of your stomach.