#Zombie Haiku
#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @maniacalmorgan
The following was sent to me through OkCupid. It's from Zombie Haiku: Good Poetry For Your... Brains
Dear Mom, I love you.
This ain't my most poetic,
But I really hurt.
Something is not right.
If my blood is in puddles,
Why do I feel so strong?
After I was bit,
I knew I was in trouble
Then I bit me too.
There's nothing quite like
The pain you feel while dying-
Switching to hunger.
My skin is drying
My veins are much more pronounced
And I'm turning gray.
The diseased outside
Slowly stop clawing the car
Uninterested
My lungs slow and stop
And I can't find my heartbeat
But I'm still hungry.
Although my neck hole
Used to whistle when I breathed
Now I don't breathe
I am so hungry
And only one thing sounds good
Time to leave the car.
One thing on my mind
Only one thing on my mind
I'm going to eat you...
Brains, BRAINS, BRains, brains, BRAINS,
BRaiNS, brains, Brains, BRAINS, BRains, brains, BRAINS
BRAINS, BRains, brains, BRAINS, brains
I exit the car
As the others slouch away
Off for fresher food
As I start walking
I try to remember where
People like to hide
My memory slows
And I can't remember much
But I know enough
I remember home
And I remember my mom
And her meaty thighs
I can remember
Good food that Mom used to make.
I bet Mom tastes good.
Walking down the streets
I just barely remember
How to find her house.
Turning on her road
And seeing the porch light on
Makes me salivate
What is that low growl?
I look around and notice
That moaning is me.
Through the door's peephole
My mom just stands there and stares
As I claw the door
The side porch window
Lets us stare at each other
Both of us yelling
I can't remember
how to open this window
So I'll just stand here
She won't let me in
But I fix the window glitch
By leaning through it
She is much faster
But going upstairs leads nowhere
And I'm much stronger
Fresh food smells so good,
Like pasta Mom used to make.
Mom's brains smell good.
I loved my momma,
I eat her with my mouth closed,
How she would want it.
My dad used to say
"Always finish what you start."
So I eat her hair.
I lose my front teeth
While trying to pry her hair
Out from between them
Thinking about Dad
Makes me think of better times
But then back to meat
I bet Dad's upset.
He probably came back too.
But coffins are dark.
Reanimation
Would be much more difficult
Inside a coffin
Nothing left to eat
So I slowly leave Mom's house
Back out the window
She's always with me,
Especially if my gut
Can't digest toenails.
Yes yes and yes. Zombies + haikus = super nerdy? Something like that. I approve. Thank you, ma'am, for this poem!
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