Poe was the master of this day
in his gruesome accounts of
horror, the grotesque, the macabre...
nevermore we all remember
but never fully appreciated
the day became our own and
we tormented and tantalized
others with our words and
with our limited actions in
the hopes of scaring them...
and, when we did, it was not
enough so we continued
throughout the months and
years until those years
turned into decades and we
found ourselves living in
Usher's house and drinking
from Amontillado's wine.
30 September 2020
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