I hate to remember when your eyes met mine when we laughed too hard I hate to remember when your hand touched my thigh and you whispered 'mine' in my ears I hate it the most when I tasted a hint of lie right after your lips touched mine
Scooped out Pumpkin guts Spilled onto my Newspaper-covered Kitchen table Spoon-scraped Prepared to be cut Two triangle eyes For me, please A mouth with missing teeth A candle light At my center To shine through, Illuminate the hollow