Skeleton Dance
Charon takes the novelty scooper and slides the seeds out of the smile of the jack-o-lantern face.
the autumn wind rushes and jingles the bones of the skeletons waiting outside, they hold their visible breath in the autumn air which hovers for a moment
and disappears
true to their form, they hang onto their story for dear life
the harvest moon mocks the dying husks in the fields as the door opens
they hold their breath
Charon sets another jack-o-latern out in time to pick another from the field.
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