The Tale of Jaquelantern

The Tale of Jaquelantern

She danced in the mirror
With a tattered blue dress made of material hung from her shoulders
Wrinkled and withered
Don't get the jitters
Her head was a pumpkin smiling and empty it simply would echo when he would hit her
Touch her her father would, comin home late from the factory Horny lifting his daughters skirt he would kiss her
Stick her with his stinger and when he came inside her
In her baby pumpkin ears softly he would whisper
Oh Jaquelantern you're a whore just like your mother
Was and even though the puss is gone, I don't miss her
Her head was a pumpkin but the candle blown out before she even turned 11 ain't that a sad somethin
Now in this haunted mansion
Empty abandoned wearin costume jewelry in a dirty dress she was dancin
Dancin in the mirror, Paul found her and she turned around to see him thru her pumpkin eyes a lil clearer

Hearing her name
Jaquelantern around
Carved in her face
A smile she could never turn around

She took the boy by the hand
Her fingers were little delicate frightened fragile agile shimmering
Slivers of icicles
She showed him every room
There had to be thousands and all of em were empty except for the mirrors
The whole house was gray
A bay window on the top floor viewed the city she gazed from it
Every day
Blue curtains flapped in the wind
They matched her gown, standing by the window in a tragic smile that she could never turn around
So Paul asked again
She turned around, stooped down and answered thru her broken smile (“of course”)