Diane Jimenez

(Yonkers, New York)

Halloween - Poem by Diane Jimenez

Halloween is in the air.
Screams that could not be heard.
Sobs yet not seen.
Halloween painted faces, and some real.
Masked faces only known by the face seen
in the mirror.
It's almost Halloween. What shall I go as?
A skeleton or the walking dead.
The only thing I see is it's cheaper going as I am.
This year!
For my body is shrunken, my face is graved.
The mask of AID's has struck, who needs a
costume when it's for free.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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