HALLOWEEN IN THE ANTHROPOCENE
- May 1
- 1 min read
By Angela Cheveau
Pale pumpkins pall the streets and an old man hocks up a phlegm ball moon and bins spew condoms cans canisters of laughing gas and boys on street corners pass packages palm to palm and there’s kids with knives in their stomach their chests their backs but the blood is not fake and the appetite for true crime rises and rises it rises like the sewage soaked sea and costumes celebrate real life killers and the Menendez brothers are suddenly celebrities and there’s even a soundtrack and Milli Vanilli are no longer thieves and OJ was innocent and there’s dogs dressed as burgers as robots as Chucky and someone said black cats are for sale on Vinted and someone’s stuck implants and lip filler on the skeleton and Halloween is suddenly sexy and there’s kids pouting into screens posing in underwear teenagers in Cosplay wearing over the knee socks while the wind moans like something filthy and the names of lost species shiver on our tongues like strains of a song we thought we once knew and there's just empty space where the trees used to be and butterflies and moths are nothing more than ghosts and fish flicker in boiling oceans and the sea swells fitful with its throatful of ghosts and the moon is nothing but a dirty trick staining everything and we kneel at the altar of our phone screens brains pocked with plastic eyes empty as carrier bags hearts like blown lightbulbs.