Zombie Apocalypse
Back from the zombie
wars
Who can I become
now?
Kat speaks to me in
harsh meows
“Get off your butt,
human,
Do something….”
My heart has been
twisted and rung
almost dry,
Like perhaps a
walnut,
Shriveled and
coarse,
Void of its essence.
And how am I to go
on?
A volumnless and
broken thing -
Waiting till I hope
it stops.
Even no guarantees
there.
Zombie Apocalypse II
I coax and coo in
that voice
I use when I want,
When I want things
to be better.
Who am I to have an
idea
How that could
possibly happen…
Guss and I are
spooned,
Together like one
thing
In a large firm
place
Where sleep is the
objective
And I am afraid of
shadow people
I cannot see and
do not know.
It is a test,
And I need you to
make it through
The illusion of yes
And your soft,
coiled fur
Pressed against my
stomach and back
Is all I know right
now
And that is not even
real.
Copyright © Diana Burkholder | Year Posted 2014
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