Love, Halloween

It’s muddy on the bottom and has scratches on the side

It’s heavier than expected, but it’s the biggest one I spied

On the stem, my fingers pinch with small splinters

When I carry it to the back with its sisters

It’s ready for death once it’s dried

It feels the tiniest bit sinister to stab the blade so deep

I carve a puzzle in its top so the lid doesn’t seep

The worst is still ahead as my rings are filled with gook

I shiver with fingers of ice and pluck seeds for the cook

Then my skin is dried, recalling the knife that slipped and made me weep

Already I’m behind, my brother chisels a fancy house

My mother has replicated a princess without a speck on her blouse

A phone screen shows my chosen muse, a ghostly trio

But in the last second I switch to Stitch and Lilo

My penned in alien sadly looks more like a mouse

My carving is not precise, I’m so impatient

All tiny knives are gone and I use a large replacement

Once the yellow orange skin is fully hacked

My favorite part is punching pieces and then extract

Parts of the image usually gets broken due to placement

But I could not care less if my round friend does not match

The muse on my screen, I’m still attached

The lopsided face smiles at me through the window

I press my face against the glass to watch the flickering glow

My favorite memory, our miniature pumpkin patch

Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay 

Published by Alanna Backen

Hi, I’m Alanna Backen. Welcome to my writing pad. I'm an aspiring author hoping to change the world for the better, one word at a time. Let's make some good fruit!

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