Jack O’ Lantern

Blade plunged deep into the core

we gutted it as if it was symbolic of every insecurity we ever owned

sides scraped raw with shiny, metal instruments cleaning places where our thoughts went hiding

creativity carved across its skin, we told ourselves originality was the only thing that we had left

and so we practice, practice, practice- play at it until it’s perfect

place your candle delicately and tell me everything that’s done in the dark will come to light.

I blew it out

and made a wish