Seasonal Amnesia//October 34th, 2022

A skeleton is once again just a reminder of death.

Are you offended, or scared? Did you forget what it meant just days ago?

Every leaf is now just a dried-out inconvenience.

Not long ago you traveled just to watch them all die.

It's so hypocritical, when you think about it.

Those pumpkins on the porch decay, and you say they have to go.

There's no place in the world for their unique, wary faces anymore.

What's different is no longer beautiful.

You remember you hate spiders, you think black cats bring bad luck.

Do you even remember Halloween night, once you've extinguished the last Jack O'Lantern flame?

Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one without seasonal amnesia.

Or maybe I'm just the only one brave enough to say, "This is who I am", as I stand tall, trying to achieve the scarecrow's confidence, still dressed in orange and black.

The skeletons still dance for me. Even the rotten pumpkins glow.

Even the brownest leaves are beautiful to me.

And so are the spiders.

It's amazing what you can see when you look into your own heart...

...instead of a box on a calendar.

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