Jack O’Lantern
Bumpy skin
So smooth
Thickened
To protect
The seeds
And strands within
We scoop
Without remorse
Tossing
Them like endtrails
Or saving them
To roast
We brandish
Our knives
Without malice
But with
Intent to cut
Our artistry
On display
Once the light
Shines
From the inside
All hail
The Jack ’O Lantern
Of my soul
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