Pumpkin Carving
The knife gleamed as I shoved it through the tough outer skin, cutting a hole wide enough to put my hand through. The insides squished in my hands, the soft membrane getting under my fingernails. It would take forever to get that stuff out; it always did.
Thirty minutes later I was done. I put the crookedly smiling head on the table with the rest. I sat back, smiling at my creations. It was only on Halloween that I could get away with this. I reached into the bag under the table and pulled out another human head.