The Worst Time For the Zombie Appocalyps To Hit
..And the cemetery was bright and calm
But it was not empty
I held the bouquet tight in my palm
Because I felt wimpy
Anxiety filled my teenage heart
When I saw my grandma rise from her coffin
Family members quickly began to depart
I had frozen which would happen often
My grandmother moaned and climbed out
And started towards my way
Even thought I could hear others shout
My feet felt heavy as clay
She let out a blood curdling growl
And I saw the evil in her look
Other zombies rose with an single growl
That caused my fear to unhook
I finally got the courage to run
Even though my heart weighed a ton
5/21/2016
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