when i went to the pumpkin patch as a little girl my mom always told me
to pick the best one
and i'd spend hours looking for the perfect, unscathed pumpkin
that would eventually be carved away
and left to rot
it's funny how we treat pumpkins so similarly to humans
picking the prettiest ones
before we eventually scrape away their insides, making them hollow and empty on the inside
when they realize they were only picked for their looks
and nothing inside mattered
- hollywood in a nutshell
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Poetrypoetry about life to make you think ... about love to make you want ... and about loss to make you feel highest ranking - 15 in poetry 6/24/17
