For just one night she may prance around
uninhibited by the limits
prescribed for one bubbly six years old
For tonight she is a garnished ghoul
plastered with mucousy muddy paint
dripping with gooey gummy fleshy gunk

Do I frighten you

she greedily grilled
With a tepid, but favorable nod
her mother blandly gasps in feigned dread
The hunched fiend scampers onto a chair

Tonight I the Ghoul Defender of the Lollilopists
will destroy the spinachliver lovers of the world

Forecasting imminent doom on all
who continue to harass the Ghoul
then maligning all vigilant nags
she springs onto the counter heedless
of the unsuspecting box of eggs
A slimy shower ensues where her
delightful giggles sketch the backdrop
to a ghost raising screech erupting
out of a trench of thunderpeal shouts

Forbidden Out

With rebellious waterways streaking
hope thwarted cheeks of unadmitted
defeat the little ghoul cries all night

Sometime much later, she reflected.
Engulfed in her arms was her own child.

-Tsai