Contemplation

Tapping my finger on the table
a vacant look in my eyes
splashes of light reflect
off the highly polished surface
of the knife that twirls in my hand
frustrated
by the lack of ideas
Funny? No. Scary? Uh-uh.

I'm distracted by my distorted reflection
off the blade.
I make stupid faces
and waggle my tongue at my twin.
She waggles back
in a misshappen sort of way
a silent admonishment
for my diminished focus on what I came here to do.

My tapping finger is now joined by a tapping foot.
Must be perfect.
but what?
I fling a grape at the wall from the tip
of my glistening knife
and watch it ooze down.
Ooze down...
that's it!

With renewed purpose.
I slice and dice.
carve and whittle.
I draw with a red marker
Finished!
I step back to admire my work.
A saddened woman
With running mascara
replaced with ruby blood.
I cut the top.
And center a flickering candle

My pumpkin is complete......