zombie
I have the skills
That normal zombies don't
No one's ever seen anything
Like it in the mist
It's not gonna help
Your agonishing escape
This moment so close
To being saved
That ending takes
Lots of guts.
Join free now
And name a price
Up and down the sum
With which anything is bought
The franchise of the respectable
And not so respected
Captured beings like ourselves
Now cought in a bear trap
That ending takes
Lots of guts.
If you've lost out
On a couple of victims
Why go back for them
Once they have gone?
The U G L Y outcome
Of a without you/me oblivion
The going to town
That makes my skin crawl
That ending takes
Lots of guts.
Copyright © Thresha Reese | Year Posted 2024
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