Pumpkin Pie

I was so afraid of dying,
I didn't notice I was already dead,
Grinning like a rotten pumpkin,
3 weeks after halloween,
Candle long blown out
By the wind of change,
Liquifying, slowly putrifying,
Sharp teeth becoming blunt.

Nothing warned me it was happening,
Just the lazy, comforting snap crackle
Of the foam bubbles forming on my living corpse,
And a strange, musty bouquet,
I tried my best to ignore.


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