Scary Bones

I didn’t mean to make him cry. It even made me feel
a little evil inside
when he just looked at me and burst into tears
and ran to his nearby mother.
I guess my black and white skeleton costume was too realistic
or maybe he really could see into my soul.

That was probably the most imposing
I had ever felt
as a 12 year old.
It kind of made me think of
all the real skeletons out there
that just want to be accepted but instead
are shunned from society,
especially on the night of October 31st.

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