Every Halloween we were witches.
My face green.
Her fake nose hooking down to her lips.
But this year
Her cape is lined with red.
When she smiles
Her fangs glint in the street lamps.
I turn my wand on her.
“I’ll make you a rat.”
She holds her hands up.
“You can be like me too.”
“Why would I want that?”
“You’re jealous.”
I lower my wand
And offer my wrist.
Her teeth bite
Harder than necessary.
“Welcome to the club.”