Where my story takes shape

June 24, 2010

Zombie Poetry

Filed under: Uncategorized — Mrs. Smith @ 11:55 am

I brushed the earth off my shoulder.

I’ll miss the sunshine, miss its lure.

I climbed through the stones of molder,

My mind and needs no longer pure.

Some black kind and some black design;

Some deep, dark, dank life is now mine.

The black dress I was buried herewith,

Match my dirty hands clasped in prayer.

The mouth I kissed my mother with,

Quivers with hunger, so beware.

Some black kind and some black design;

Some deep, dark, dank life is now mine.

–Danielle S. J. Smith

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