They're both great Gail! I thought we'd have more creepy fun too!
Here's some non-met post-Halloween melancholy. It's my 'Ozymandias' haha.
Pumpkin
The pumpkin decomposes now,
his cracked grin collapsed
but burning still in the wet, green grass.
He eyeballs me emptily.
I watch him through the window
as I wash the dishes, his face swells
like a balloon. My hands freeze
in the warm water. He speaks.
"I was the symbol for that night of revels
when office boys and young wives,
already bored, swap sweatpants
for fishnets. Faces grease pale,
lips slashed red, hair wild
and soot black, their souls aflame
with sulphurous pleasures. Don't eyeball me
boy!" I blink.
Has he finished? He looks so sad.
A sparrow lands and pecks
at his rotten grin. His skies teem
with a murder of crows.
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