This is my twelfth annual Halloween story! Wow, that is a lot. That's enough for one for each month! Next year, that would be a spooky 13 stories!
The Pumpkin Head[]
I don't think it's that funny
Mom has a big pumpkin head,
why would it atop her neck
where a head should be instead?
With a thick, stout pumpkin head,
she only speaks in wheezes,
hollowed eyes and grimaced mouth,
my heart, it nearly freezes.
Pumpkin seeds evict her pout
spilling across the table.
Soon I think I'll blow chunks too,
my mind growing unstable.
I swiftly excuse myself
just to see I have been cursed.
My bloodied head in the sink;
in the mirror, I fear the worst.