It Must Be Halloween

You emerge
Your face drawn in black and white
Your corset laced up just right
A vampire in fishnets
«So,» I laugh
«What are you supposed to be?»
You smile but won’t answer me
Is this a trick or treat?
Master of the cheap disguise
Sometimes I can’t believe my eyes, I tell you
(You/I/We) sure know how to make a scene
It must be Halloween
Half asleep
We race home to beat the dawn
I cut through a corner lawn
And slice my head on a branch
«Hang on, I just need to catch my breath»
You say that I look like death
And toss back your head to laugh in revenge