Sonnet for a Zombie Girlfriend
And so we pass another sleepless night
beneath a post-apocalyptic sky.
A burning ring of cars provides a light
that glimmers in your one remaining eye.
The things I bought to help you think of me
are smashed among the stains upon the wall.
Ironic that our final date should be
the rooftop of a barricaded mall.
So here, I clutch my last remaining friend
a shotgun I corrected with a saw.
My other friendships ushered to an end
are dripping from your dislocated jaw.
So wipe your face and come receive a kiss.
From point-blank range I know I'll never miss.
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