"Enter freely and of your own will. Come freely. Go safely. And leave something of the happiness you bring." - Count Dracula, May 5, 1897

October 6, 2011

Restless Leg Syndrome of the Soul - Susan Naud

Oh, zombies die.
They die every time they fall
sinking down deep into the dark beyond
so still, so close
till flailing, twitching
they jerk to life.
And, too damaged to think of how, 
or why, 
they stumble on-
trailing their hunger behind.

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