Andreanna Escamilla Poet Epyllion

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^{_{"This is a short poem about the reanimation of the dead, zombies. Yum."}}

Reanimation Damnation

Quiet is the night, laid blight amid this infernal necropolis
Loosely mantled soil, smother marrow of perished veneration
Yet windows still aflame, a dormant witness to troth thirst
Cold and stiff, until a shift, unearthed

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D. C. Jordan May 17, 2020 at 9:08 PM Great imagery and writing in all of your poems, I love the stories behind them.

Line Gauthier January 23, 2018 at 6:13 AM Beautifully dark. Superbly done, Andreanna.

Stark Hunter June 28, 2017 at 9:31 PM Love this line: "...amid this infernal necropolis, Loosely mantled soil, smother marrow of perished veneration, Yet windows still aflame..." Indeed, in the graveyards of this country, quiet are the nights, as the dead dance, digested by the dust. You are a great poet.