trick or treat

baby it's halloween and you can be anything  

this year like all of the rest

i am a glorified whore

what costume could induce more horror?

than the tight stockings suffocating my thighs

while strangers salivate over my sweet disguise

gluttonous hands grasp elbow deep in my bowl

taking seconds and thirds until

their stomach are swollen and full 

there are razor blades 

spliced between chocolate kisses 

slicing the gullible tongues

of those fooled by my impersonation of love

i once cosplayed as your bride

your mistress

your secret drenched in pride 

all to have my costumes torn to shreds

while you sought out my true identity

lying naked in your childhood bed. 

and when my all wasn't good enough

i went back to playing pretend 

baby you say,

you can be anything, except

the styles that give you meaning

so put a bag over your beautiful face

and scream 

the script I wrote to control you

as my whorish play thing

(happy halloween :3)