The Zombie’s Release


Her voice is like glass, shattering from a stone;

hitting the pavement, and entering the unknown-

her very essence is an hourglass, the sands of containment;

dirt covering over skin, and covering over bone-

light is the key, that frees her release;

her body into darkness, lifting up out of the deep-

dangling, limp, frail, soundless-

for she is the curse, she is the hex;

and tears weep themselves, across the face;

she is the darkness, and she is the grace-

for the zombie, lies underneath of peeling flesh;

beneath her beauty, lies the test;

that she shall but fail, again and again…

Copyrightcopyright April 14, 2014

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