Self Portraits Every October
by, 12-03-2008 at 12:58 PM (1672 Views)
Self-Portraits Every October
You told me I looked manic
While my eyes and the knife glistened,
But I know what those pumpkins plot.
So I stab to settle some sort of score.
Because I know that their connections run deep,
All the way back to the patch.
Still, you said, let them die with dignity.
Instead, I etch my smile into their skin.