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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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John Posey Date: 7/29/2014 10:50:00 AM You should post more... Your talent is evident and easy to read, though sometimes cryptic..... thanks for your comment on my work..... Jake Login to Reply Diana Burkholder Date: 7/29/2014 12:15:00 PM Thank you Jake, I have not shared much of my writing in a very, very long time, although I have used this as a creative outlet and means of understanding myself (which can be quite puzzling at times) more deeply. My style is cryptic. To me when I write there is a distinct rhythm I feel which indicates to me how to parse the words. I would like to learn more about poetry form. I especially liked your poem"Blame it on the moon". I think I have probably experienced something like that myself :-). Reticent romantics will do that. Diana