They Kept The Pumpkins
They kept the pumpkins
Long after they had rotted
Long after their smiles caved in, prematurely wrinkled,
And long after the black mold seeped in
Through what used to be eye sockets.
They had be delicately carved
With so much care
That only a ten-year-old heart could bother
To go so painfully slow,
That her hand would cramp up
And she would have to take a break
They kept the pumpkins because they made them together,
Her and her older sister.
The sister who sat on the stone cold steps
One chilly afternoon to help ten-year-old girl
Carve a face into a vegetable.
They kept the pumpkins because how would they tell
A ten-year-old girl
That they last thing that she ever did with her older sister
Will be carelessly tossed into a garbage bin
To be taken away by a man who does not care
Similar to the man who didn’t care
Driving the night before
When he hit a 17-year-old girl
And did not
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