What Makes A Zombie So
What makes a zombie so
brain-eating for sure
reason and coherence
they’re the first to go
A bump in the night
a groan and a grunt
tenacious teeth take hold
pierce to the membrane
take out a chunk
Your mind cut in half
your hunger times-two
flesh between your teeth
so sweet, so succulent
the only thing for you
There she sleep; there she lie
take hold; she bats you away
zombie she scoffs I think not
annoying little fly
But you ARE a zombie
to consume in parts or in whole
desire for flesh …. Yuuuum
won’t let go
Your jaws open wide
you await a scream
a plea of oh-no
instead just a giggle
as you nibble at her toe
Happy Halloween, Poetry Peeps!!!
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What Makes a Zombie is published in Monsters, Avatars, and Angels, my collection of short stories and #poetry (link in below) and is released today in honour of #halloween. I hope it gives you are fright, followed by a giggle. The #AIart was created with
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Monster, Thy Fallen Angel
Poor monster maligned
given not a name
your creator, your sire
a doctor most insane
To overcome death
its oblivion, his goal
overcome death he did
with rebirth abominable
Frankenstein did flee
a parent most horrific
abandoning you, his child
grotesque and rejected
What had he spawned
Pygmalion malformed
scrounged hodgepodge
a mewling newborn
In nature versus nurture
you lost on both score
no solace followed
not an ounce of succour
They saw your outside
reflection of our dark within
you were clearly no Adam
but a shorn angel thrown, fallen
Still if there were but one
to love, cherish in return
not a child of woman of course
but an Eve of science born
Alas …
No macabre Eden for you
vengeance, an eye for an eye
Frankenstein aborted your love
you then cut short his bride
The not-so-good doctor
his metaphorical pitchfork
hounded, hunted you down
to the barren Siberian North
Revenge was not given
death his ironic reward
creator, father, and foe
the grief was all yours
Your icy days ended
in fire, self-cremated
a child alone, bereft
created but unwanted
Hollywood cast your lot
with the vampyre, the lupine
but Mary and I agree
you were a creation divine
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Today's prompt was creature; and although the word does not actually figure into the poem, the poem itself is about the most famous creature ever, Frankenstein's Monster. So this post is doing double, triple, maybe quadruple duty. To heighten the enjoyment of the Netflix' release of Guillermo del Toro version this Friday, I also indulged in a l'il Bride of Frankenstein cosplay, loosely inspired by Mia Goth. Monster, The Fallen Angel is published in Monsters, Avatars, and
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