mini ghouls

the ballerina
three feet
tall, a pink
spindle,
sticks out her paper
bag and says
trick or tweet,
and you drop in
candy.
the skeleton
is beside her.
rattling his
chilled bones
in his thin
fire retardant
costume.
then comes
the goblins
and ghosts
in the old white
sheets
from the guest
room closet,
the eyes
and mouth cut
out,
grabbing
at your big blue
bowl
of bite size
treats, greedy
even from
the grave.