Fall 2017

I remember

lying there

in the grass

Blood pulsing

with poison

thinking

Death must be

better than this

so I

Let myself fall asleep.

I awoke

unswallowed

still intact

Regurgitated

by the dark

pit of night

Shaking, cold,

with barely

even

The slightest pulse.

Sombre stars

watched above

mourning my

Stumbling for

scrambling toward

the door with

Limbs of flesh

shivering

in pain

But still moving.

I found my

friends hidden

somewhere still

In that house

of horrors

alarmed as

My zombified

eyes saw them

reaching

My heartbeat was weak.

Let’s just call

9-1-9

But I said

No! I’ll take

my chances

so they drove

Me back home

and one guy

threw a

Chair through the wall.

Since then I

kissed good-bye

my younger

Years filled with

drinking and

dancing with

Death not feared,

holding on

to Life

And praising Him

for still being here.