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Anna Doesn’t Love Halloween
By Amy Leskowski
Anna’s teeth chatter. Sleeveless, she shivers.
Can’t Halloween be in June?
Anna’s breaths hurry. Anxious, she quivers.
Did tonight have to be a full moon?
Anna’s eyes focus. Darkness surrounds.
Why’s trick-or-treat not at noon?
Anna’s ears perk—a woooo-ooo resounds.
Why not a welcoming tune?
Anna’s heart skips. Startled, she jumps.
No ghosts. Only teens under sheets.
Anna’s arms ache. Weighted, she slumps.
Can’t someone help carry these treats?
Anna’s nose wrinkles at pumpkin pulp splattered.
That smell overpowers the sweets!
Anna’s lips pout. Her friends must have scattered.
Haven’t we been down those streets?
Anna’s legs wobble. Exhausted, she stumbles
on an inflatable grave.
Anna’s gut tightens, lightens, then rumbles.
One piece will leave plenty to save.
Anna’s tongue twists. Ptooey! Blegh! Ick!
Why’d I not sample my fave?
Anna’s mind races. “Wh-what’s that?” Oh, a stick.
C’mon, Anna, try to be brave.
Anna’s skin prickles. The creepiest house!
Why must they flicker that light?
Anna’s feet quicken—fast as a mouse.
That skeleton’s triple my height!
Anna’s voice falters. “Jack? Trevor? Syd?”
But I didn’t let them out of my sight!
Anna’s heart leaps with a hug from each kid.
They’re worth every bit of this night.