Hi, my name is Lisa and I want to tell you when

My best friend Britney saved my life, again.

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Twas the Night of the Zombie Apocalypse, when nothing at all was very well,
All sorts of creatures were stirring, even by dead neighbor, Bob, right where he fell.
Random boards and furniture were hung over the doors and sash,
in hopes the Army arriving, before having to dash. (more…)

The damned are reinvigorated

in the twilight

their husks

suffused with a new and

unwholesome potency, (more…)

Your mockery knows no end, so again I lash out sending your hollow skull crashing across the confines of my prison.

No, No, respect the dead, the deceased. It’s not my mere skeleton companion that imprisons me here, no it’s the demons at my doorstep. (more…)

It grips me, grabs me, shakes me violently aware;

Flies, a pestilence on the fallen, hangs over the dismal, grim spectacle.

A horde of insatiable scavengers tear at the blue-bloated carrion of society’s fair.

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In the corner of this room
a chair made of wood
where I sit at eventide
to watch the shadows flood. (more…)

The outrage was immediate and intense.
There were riots in the streets.
Lower courts had ruled that zombies
had no civil rights. They had rights when
they were alive, but those rights were lost
when they died. (more…)

She’d always said, “monsters aren’t real”
to comfort me when I called in the night.
She’d say,

“Ghosts don’t exist” and she’d
tweak my nose and chuckle and
call me Casper. (more…)

We saw them walking
hand in hand- the one, slightly
in front of the other.

We watched them walking,
just outside our garden gate,
past the old Winthrop house,
where Pine and Filbert

intersect. We felt
the crimson tracer tag
our retina’s. Mark
us Barska red for –

Stop, Miss Alba …please… (more…)

Before you wanted to kill us all the time

things were better, back when we were like siblings,

you, the normal older brother, with a soft spot

for us, your retarded kin. Except even then

you couldn’t hide your distaste for us. (more…)

Surrounded by the limping hosts of doom,

With defeat closing in on our smiles,

We pray to the gods of thunder

For just five more seconds.

Don’t let us fall with

The empty sound

Of our gun

Going

click.