Sprint Poetry of Horror

Camellias

You don’t always see what you think you see!

She never complains about her life station. Once a year she practices her lonely occupation.

She grooms her black cat before she straddles her broom. Some people are amazed by her realistic “costume”.

It is her night to wreak havoc, her time to shine. Her cackle is blood-curdling and sends chills up your spine.

Her pale green complexion contrasts starkly with her black hat. Her trusty companion is a vampire bat.

The pangs of hunger are driving her mad. She remembers last Halloween and the sumptuous meal she had.

Her broom lands lightly on the side of a bar. She snaps her fingers and now she looks like a movie star.

It is time to lure some unsuspecting chap, into her cauldron by way of her lap.

There are so many victims unaware of their doom. They go with her gladly because of her convincing costume!

I originally wrote this as a response to the costume prompt that Imad challenged me to address. He created an amazing piece as did Lucy The Eggcademic (she/her)! This was really fun to write and it was my first response to a prompt challenge. I hope you enjoyed this read!