Toady I’m a Zombie in honor of one of my favorite writers, Miss April Denton! You can check out her blog HERE
So, without further ado, I give you her wonderful eerie poem,
“Prepare for the end” they said,
for we must survive among the dead.
The zombies came from to and fro,
they came crashing through my window.
My shot rang out loud and clear,
then I realized my worst fear.
For the shot was like a call,
“come horde, it’s a feast for all.”
Retreat now don’t haste,
these decaying monsters won’t be outfaced.
Avoid their bite that is how it’s spread,
first the fever and then you’re dead.
One sunk their teeth into my wrist,
blew the head off that ugly witch.
Praying for useless hope,
maybe with this I can cope.
Immortal and hungry,
decaying and angry.
Death I reject you,
my hunger I will pursue.
A zombie I will become,
feasting forever in bedlam.
Hunting and stalking my next fare,
my lungs will need no air.
My body will never tire,
sleep I don’t require.
Death a rejection,
my gift the infection.
April Denton is a zombie poetess that enjoys the darker side of the undead. When she is not writing, which is very rare, she is drawing or singing. She resides in Indiana with her husband and young son. Read April’s work at poetry & zombies and follow her on Twitter