(Quatrains I wrote with Jack Horne. BTW, Zompire is a word invented by Jack
and both of us like vampire/zombie stories!)
I didn't sleep a wink last night
And tossed and turned in bed;
As morning came I swear I was
Just like the Living Dead.
In fact, when I went out the door,
Into the morning sun,
I cringed! My skin felt like a steak
About to be well done.
A zompire I'd become, you see,
And now when it is day,
I'm sleeping (but I never slept
At night time anyway!)
Not able to sleep
I went to the bathroom and
Looked in the mirror. . .
I now have no reflection
The Dawn of the Living Dead
Andrea Dietrich with Jack Horne, written Sept 14, 2013
For Shadow Hamilton's New Contest Team Work Poetry Contest