as I take a pass on all of Halloween's treats
I say 'no thanks' to the brightly colored
flavored with the corn syrup
that used to make my teeth ache.
Turning the other direction I avoid
the candy and caramel covered apples,
and the popcorn balls.
No haunted houses for me this year
because the one thing I fear the most
is wondering where the restroom is in this maze
of people in costume,
cackling in merriment and glee.
"Where is my costume?" you all ask,
as you coat your faces in paints and glitter
filled with toxic chemicals and that scent
that hurts my bladder more than you could ever know.
The scariest trick on this Hallows eve
is both my costume and the scariest truth,
Silently I suffer from bladder & vaginal
pain so severe
the Grim Reaper must roll his eyes
'What are you?!" he asks.
"I am the face of IC," I cried.