A Halloween Pumpkin Poem by Nathaniel Kursta

A Halloween Pumpkin



I
feel like a halloween pumpkin,
My insides all carved out.
Hollow, laid bare for all to see.
A frightening grin plastered on my face
as people look in with glee.

Stripped bare of all freedom,
-of speech.
of expression even.
Breaking free; an impossible feat.
A fate
Worse than a puppet on strings.

Heh.
Let's go Trick or treating.

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