@animuspax: warm air and the scent of metal by late october, light retreats as though keeping a secret. i place a flame inside a hollow face and watch it wake. outside, people try on faces; i’ve forgotten when mine became my own. a bat follows the scent of blood through the dark. branches write on the window. the wind erases them. i leave room by the door for those who cannot return. sometimes the flame leans toward an empty chair. the windows are closed #october #halloween #bats