Tonight's full moon caught me <br />totally off guard. Usually I smell <br />superstition a mile away. I grasp my <br />strange luck and hunker down <br />until the notion of imminent disaster <br />has passed. <br /> <br />All Hallows Eve, I decided to drink my <br />way through each ancient greek oracle <br />in my subconscience. Each Bloody Mary <br />seemed to taste of the devil's tears. <br />The liquor crossed my lips, and hell <br />felt closer with each sip. <br /> <br />Did Friday the 13th hit the full moon <br />and crash my scattered reflection on <br />to the broken silver mirror at my feet? <br /> <br />Are you my love, a black cat in disguise? <br />Killing me with each glance of your jealous <br />green eyes, mocking me with your nine lives. <br />You purr in pity as I run from a mediocre life. <br />Shows what little you really know. I only have <br />to survive this hell once. You, my bad luck <br />friend will suffer over and over. <br /> <br />Halloween gives herself freely to those <br />who break and bend at insanity. For one night, <br />we are just another face in the crowd.<br /><br />Robin Bennett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/superstition-10/
