Spectators

Crunch punctures the white, foggy stillness.

Crackle calls the redolent treat from within.

I move though the veil towards her smile

A loud pop pierces the silence.

A furtive glance behind reveals

Silent ghostly spectators.

My heart gallops,

their ghostly aura remains

Unbroken, I am alone.

Pop, I hurry forward

Something cold touches me

I scream. They scamper. It falls.

As I run towards her now widening smile

I hear them ripping open their spoils.