Dead

Day nine National poetry month.

 

Dead

 

It was sunrise in the car park
the people were all raised dead
they were teetering back and forth there
and their eyes were blinding red.

I had met my former boyfriend
he was foaming at the mouth
His arm was gone and part his hand
was traveling down south.

In truth it was quite shocking
to see him in the pits
But personality wise, I tell not lie
he had not changed one bit

So i shot him.
In truth I felt like shooting him before he turned into a zombie
but at the time, that was illegal.