Broken down plain & busted bridges
Give way at tough touch &
There was little life in the decay
Of structures held on invisibly.
In this way the day delay
Didn’t mean anything to the bolts
Rusted overcoat like cheap paint
Trees grown over zombied limbs.
A fallen plank, stop the big hand on the clock
Salvage seconds & celebrate disrepair
All that staring at [...]
Dinner Of The Dead
There it is. A short story I wrote after an especially harrowing night out with good steaks and a good friend. Read about the slightly-fictionalized account of the undead. Hope you enjoy the story. Check under your bed before going to sleep tonight! (insert evil laughter)
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