Bones and Lace

A Halloween poem

Lisa Bolin
Nov 2 · 2 min read

Dark was the night, crisp was the air,
Children ready for fright. Timid souls, beware!
It was there that she stood, tall with long black hair
Pass by her, they should. Oh! her terrifying stare!

A stare so deep, so dark, so raw,
Taking just a small peep, scarce believing what they saw!
She stood there, quite…

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Lisa Bolin

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Observing, laughing, (crying sometimes), living, and writing about it.

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