Sometimes you just gotta face reality, no matter how hard it bites.
Zombie Days Nothing. Nothing at all. Actions - Words - Feelings: Thoughts? Remembrance? None. That's how it is when you're a zombie. That's how it is when the hot brown liquid Steals your mind. That's when you ask yourself: What did I do? What did I say? But you were a zombie; zombies never know. My wife fears the zombie, As do I. I fear her fear. So from now, brown liquid I treat you like a loaded gun, Which is to say I hold you not at all. I'm taking back my mind While it's still there to take. No more zombie days - Nevermore.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2019
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