Halloween Hidden moon. Polyester bats heavy with rain. Their strides too human down Queen, past front walks bruised by smashed pumpkin and shadow. I can just see our house in the distance window skeletons glowing, and a mummy on the porch- its paper towel wake like the gift wrap we peeled in silence last Christmas-our first alone. You're at Sunset Haven tonight, where tubes breathe for your father, and a guard sends trick or treaters away. And all the while like a stethoscope our rooms listen to the mummy's weak knock.
Sean Maj's Questions:
1. Does polyester fit with the rest of the poem?
2. Are there any weak lines/words that need to be changed or removed?
3. Is the introduction of Christmas problematic? Do you understand why it was done? (I might have to add something there.)