Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The Living Dead Girl
A ruin,
The way she rose
From a pile of
Cankered remains, steady
And staggering.
She was like a zombie
When she moaned and
Winced at the bright sun.
I hide where she could not see,
Where my shadow would not betray,
And I followed her as she stumbled away.
"Love starts with a smile,"
I heard her hack as
She expelled the dirty air
Out of her lungs.
She producted a heavenly smile.
"It grows with a kiss."
She bent down on the only
Patch of green grass
And kissed the dying earth.
Still hidden, I watched her
Approach her former final resting place
Among the rubble and festering bodies.
"It ends with a tear."
And she wept before the mass grave.
Moments ago, she was dead and now,
She is merely damaged.
2-21-10
The way she rose
From a pile of
Cankered remains, steady
And staggering.
She was like a zombie
When she moaned and
Winced at the bright sun.
I hide where she could not see,
Where my shadow would not betray,
And I followed her as she stumbled away.
"Love starts with a smile,"
I heard her hack as
She expelled the dirty air
Out of her lungs.
She producted a heavenly smile.
"It grows with a kiss."
She bent down on the only
Patch of green grass
And kissed the dying earth.
Still hidden, I watched her
Approach her former final resting place
Among the rubble and festering bodies.
"It ends with a tear."
And she wept before the mass grave.
Moments ago, she was dead and now,
She is merely damaged.
2-21-10
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The Living Dead Girl
The Living Dead Girl
