Halloween is unsettling
the collective release
of so many inhibitions
at once
the impunity of a mask
it’s not the night itself
I find unhinged
it’s the rest of the year
the cardboard cut-outs
dressed up as lives
pretending
to be real.
Halloween is unsettling
the collective release
of so many inhibitions
at once
the impunity of a mask
it’s not the night itself
I find unhinged
it’s the rest of the year
the cardboard cut-outs
dressed up as lives
pretending
to be real.
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