There I was…
Just another pumpkin
in a field of plenty.
Minding my own business,
going my own way,
just watching
the golden sunshine
emptying its heart out
Over our little stretch of countryside.
Its rays slaying through the clouds,
mingling with the burnt ochre leaves
scattered all over the ground.
I was happy. Contented.
I had my friends.
I had everything
a pumpkin could dream.
But during the days
I started to hear screams.
The most terrifying screams.
At first just a screeching
in the distance,
but after a week of moons weeping,
the sound became deafening. Maddening.
Soon there were murmurs.
Talk of murders
whispered through
our little patch.
Eerie echoes filled
the newly renamed
killing fields,
The sullen autumn sting,
Piercing my orange skin.
My neighbour Percy
was plucked clean
the very next day.
I heard his voice aching in the wind
as they dragged him away.
The beasts on two feet.
The beasts that came
when the orange glow
filled the air and the sky exploded
with stars combusting everywhere.
The next day they took Pauline,
the pumpkin of my dreams.
Dewdrops leaked over my golden cheeks.
As I heard her sweet voice
fading into the autumn breeze.
Now they have me…
I’m in a strange room.
A surgery. A morbid captivity.
I think this is it my final entry
I’m close to my doom.
I see orange remains
splattered over the side.
A sharp tool and a fiery doorway.
And... oh my god!
I see...
I see...
Pauline...
Her face mutilated
into a desperate scream.
Her insides burning,
and a cooking pot with her innards
boiling away.
I curse these beings on two feet.
One day they will pay...
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Kyle
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