Rotten

Today I feel empty like the pumpkin on the neighbor’s porch-
sitting three days stale after halloween.

 
Wilting face, hollow eyes,
I could use a better disguise.

 
Don’t you hate when people can see right through you?
Can you help me hide my emptiness?

 
Its just- I’m hypnotized,
Wanna hold him so bad my skin crawls,
But I’m all carved out and rotten.
(Also, everytime I try and write a poem about a pumpkin
it ends up being about you.)

 

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