My sister’s dead – but we keep her alive.
Mom skinned Anne’s scalp, which makes a magic brew.
Why must we do this? I’m told, "Don’t argue!"
Since I’m underage, my parents decide.
It’s Hallowe’en’s excitement. Paralyzed
And costumed, I lie still as Anne breaks through,
Controlling my thoughts, actions, limbs, subdued
By her. We’re going trick or treat – with scythes!
Mad cackling burns my throat with savage sparks.
Anne hunts for souls, not sweets, at friendly doors,
Violating rules coded in my skin.
My righteousness confronts her and we spar,
Unleashing furor. "Foul ghoul, breathe no more!"
Defeated, Anne retreats till shadow-thin.
About the Author
Native New Yorker. Poet. Writer. Dramatist. In 2024, LindaAnn LoSchiavo had three poetry collections published across three countries, with two titles earning multiple awards. Her momentum continued into 2025 with two acclaimed new releases: Cancer Courts My Mother — winner of the BREW Seal of Excellence and the Voyages of Verses Book Award — and Vampire Verses — winner of the Excellence in Literature Award and The Bookish Reader’s Pick Award.
