Halloween

We make love you say?
What difference does it make
Anyway?

I flap my wings
Naked in my bloodbath
I scream to be heard
A bat

I bump against a tree
Its daylight
Again

I have raped myself.

Those tin drum bones
Each time
They’d rearrange themselves
To form a new face
Skulls without flesh
And as I rushed
To the attic
To find the body
The dream would break.
Each time.