on the permanence of halloween

33 years ago this Halloween Day he told you I was not to play with any of the neighbors, any of my classmates.  He told you I was not to go out trick-or-treating because it was the devils holiday.

So you defiantly walked me down the street in my ghost ‘costume’ as I grew more and more excited.  Then, he approached.

I watched you fall in slow motion – the screams curdled and silenced from the depths of my soul – my eyes searched the horrified faces of bystanders, weaving their ways around take 3 of our scene.

I watched him punch, kick and spit on you – I watched blood trickle from your face and did not know what to do other than to cry at your pain – scream with my eyes at those walking blindly by.  I did not know what to do other than to kneel at your side and beg him to stop, as I had many times before.

I helped you up, you grabbed my hand and we ran…

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