Cognitive Therapy

if jesus is the pumpkin turned jack-o-lantern, then I am the seeds roasting in the oven. crack open the salty shell and devour my smoky fruit.

some might prefer an already hulled seed. an obsessive compulsive would disagree.

my ideal suitor has an intricate plan, a ritual in place for his seasonal snack. it will include carefully lining up the exact number of uncorrupted roasted companions and carefully creating an intimate experience with each one.

every fracture and snap of the hard outer seam will burst like a tiny explosion in his mouth. he will suck and chew with all the purpose and precision he can muster. he savors the flavor and texture, developing a mental snapshot in his mind to remember it by.

as soon as it began, the affair will be over.

it will appear to feel bittersweet, but he finds comfort knowing the indulgence will begin again after just a short interlude.

Halloweenie

Those things go bump in the night and I wanna play too.
I’ll be the ghost and make a special appearance for one night only.

Oh nostalgia
You are so sweet
Syrupy and thick

I am the ghost and you are my Dracula.
Am I the eerie one in this picture we're painting?

Jesus, baby
Be my jack-o-lantern and light the way.
Oh Holy Father of candy corn and bubble gum, please spare the innocent.
Baby gummi bears were only fooling around and meant no harm. (or did they?)

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I am the ghost.

Jesus and Dracula graciously accepted the invitation to my tea party. I will be serving a selection of chamomile, jasmine and earl grey teas. Each invited guest will have a personalized place setting and porcelain tea cup and saucer with a delicate silver spoon.

Uninvited guests will have a Styrofoam cup.
(Frankenstein never fucking RSVP’s)

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I was that ghost
Who went bump in the night

Dracula held my cold hand
He danced and frightened small children
Screaming, lurching

Flailing arms and twisting torsos
Swirling with windy chimes

We flew home part of the way, the rest we walked hand in hand.