We all gaze, with bloody <br />smiles at rusty trucks <br /> as her Zombies chew <br />calmly our small intestines. <br />One has now started on <br />my foot (daintily finishing a <br />small toe) <br /> with a glass of <br />wine nearby. There are <br />many now, growling <br />phlegm, hating me and <br />themselves, ripping my <br />tough old hide. Pain? You <br />ask…. No. <br /> Only regrets.<br /><br />Steven Ralph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rebecca-s-zombies-eat-me/
