Halloween

Jack-O-Lanterns.
Rotting like rotten things. 
But beauty does exist. 
Lipstick rotting in my hands. 

By the window is decor. 
Halloween decor. 
Something horrible out there. 
Like flesh.

I have abilities. 
Once a year. 
It’s just a little candle light. 
On the porch. 

Jack-O-Lanterns. 
Remind me of faces. 
Get thrown out one by one. 
Even the best carved ones. 

I have abilities. 
That last for an entire five minutes. 
There’s a feeling of tearing inside. 
Tossed away. 

Something horrible. 
That could eat. 
I could use a bite to eat. 
The powers never last. 

Jack-O-Lanterns. 
Don’t like human smiles. 
Or maybe they really are like us. 
We are both fleshy and our fingers fall off eventually. 

Rotting like rotting things. 
Reminds me of faces. 
Could replace me. 
Ahhoooo!

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