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halloween

Walk of shame. 

It’s almost Halloween.
The neighbors put up those fake spiderwebs
again.
I drop my keys
and get caught up—

How fucking appropriate.
 
As soon as I untangle myself
from your sheets
I get tangled up in these infernal webs.

I’m just.
trying.
to get home.

Posted on October 24, 2016 by Write Handed Poetry Tagged feelings, halloween, october, personal, poem, poems, poetry, relationships, self, Writing 6 Comments
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