What’s it like to be an orange Pumpkin-head.
Only black sockets for eyes instead.
And a cut-out smile full of seeds.
Queer ears made of rings and beads.
Inside, your brain is scooped out for pigs feed.
Leaving a dark void that doesn’t bleed.
On top you’re like a crinkled dome.
And your sore neck’s being speared home.
What’s it like to have a retina thread,
As a throbbing nerve-end tread.
With your cell fibres smashed to a pulp.
Knifing across your tender scalp.
Ebbing towards your aching neck.
And crushing you like a busted shipwreck.
Then a wooden spike pierces your fragile brain.
Where the horrid harpoon spreads your pain.
Photo Source: Amazing Halloween Jack O’Lantern pumpkins, carved by Ray Villafane -pinterest.com