Halloween

I’m sitting in a dark, nothing but a T.V. on. I’m watching horror movies, or am I watching paint dry. I see people, I see faces, but I still can’t shake the feeling I’m being watched. A scream I hear, I chalk it up to the T.V. A rat-tat-tat, on the door, only to see no one, I’m not sure I even moved. I’ve been sleep deprived for days, but today, on the most holy of holy days, I cannot sleep. Today is a day of celebration. For once, the evil, the dark, the macabre, it’s celebrated. My interest aren’t looked down on, they are praised. I think to myself, maybe I should makes something, to commemorate the occasion. I step to the kitchen, pull out a knife, and begin carving the first thing in sight. Tonight, it was a pig. I think last year it was like a bumble-bee or something, I don’t know, it was making a lot of noise and I just wanted some peace. Either way, after trimming the fat, I had to clean up a bit. The phrase, bleeding like a stuck pig, totally true. Blood got everywhere, this is gonna take so much bleach to clean. So I shove it in the oven, mouth watering at the thought of the sandwich I’m gonna make when it comes out. I knew animals fought, But this one fought like it really didn’t wanna be dinner. I just hit it with the pumpkin it carried. A few hours pass, and the pig is done. I trim off the hair, and then the skin. I can’t stand the skin, so stretchy and not tasty. It’s like eating elastic, or a shirt or something stupid like that. Either way, I peel back the skin-and I indulge myself. Normally I go for the entrails first, but tonight is special. I go straight for the brains. So tasty, with just a tinge or copper, or was it iron, I’m not sure Either way, it was salty, and metallic, and delicious. I only treat myself to this kind of meal on the special days of the year, You know the days I’m talking about Easter, July 4th, tonight Those days, they are wonderful So yeah, the screams were annoying, but they stopped now All that I hear is some laughing, and my own noise Tap-tap-tap-squish Tap-tap-squish-tap It felt divine. Then it all ended, someone said my time was up. That pig’s blood went everywhere Everywhere. It was intense After all of that, I’m back in front of the T.V. I’m really not sure if it was a T.V. or a wall. The first thing I remember other than that night, Was asking the guards if I could watch Silence of the Lambs on Halloween.