Holiday Demons

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Drifting down the street, demons

Masquerade as children who in turn

Are dressed in flame-retardant costumes

But they don't fool me

They never have


Ghosts and goblins giggling, plotting

Their devilish little minds whirling

As they huddle together across the lane

Discussing their plan of attack

For the night


Motionless, maniacal rubber grins

Hide the true horror which I know lurks

Beneath their masks

As they turn to see me

Watching them


I know too much - I always have


Clutching the knife, I await their

Supposedly innocent approach

I'll kill them the way I killed that fat guy

Who snuck in through my fireplace last winter


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