What’s it like to be an orange Pumpkin-head
Only black sockets for eyes instead.
And a cut-out smile full of seeds.
Queer ears made of rings and beads.
Inside, your brain is scooped out for pigs feed
Leaving a dark void that doesn’t bleed.
On top you’re a crinkled dome.
And your sore neck’s being speared home.
What’s it like to have a retina thread
As a throbbing nerve-end tread.
With your cell fibres smashed to a pulp
Knifing across your tender scalp.
Ebbing towards your aching neck
And crushing you like a broken shipwreck.
Then a wooden spike pierces your fragile brain
Where the horrid harpoon spreads your pain.
My poem Smashed Pumpkin Brains, was published by, “Slasher Monster Magazine”, in October 2017, Thanks to all at SMM….