The Best Day to Be a Henderson

Being a Henderson is always cool. But on one magical day every year, it becomes . . . well . . . magical. How could you not want to be part of a family that does things like this:

or this:

Or writes these in their spare time?

The dead come to life
on Hallow's Eve, and we light
their way with lanterns

Bloody thumbs. Gouged eyes.
Intestines hemorrhaging.
Must be Halloween.

Quick Lobotomy
A cold steel knife disembowels
Jack-o-Lantern smiles

Snakes wound in my hair
Slowly descend to shoulders
Medusa Undone

I light a candle
There are already scratches
In my coffin lid

A witch! Eek! Rats! Aaaaahh!
What, don't you have any guts?
A ghost offended.

My chance to escape.
But legs remain motionless!
What was in that drink?!