Zombie
I woke up with the thought of you eating at the inside of my brain, like the horrifying zombie you are, giving no warning to someone as simple minded as me, as "helpful" as me, as silent as me, as timid, shy, and scared as me because you're not caring if the brain you are eating is beautiful, or rare or full, you care only that it is a brain, or at least for the purpose of imagery, That's what we can call it, and you being called a carless monster is only me having lack of better words because you, you would have such a worse name than any zombie I've ever seen. Let me ask you, did you enjoy the idea that you eating my brain made me want to scream but the fact that fear got in the way did it entice you further? And what about the way I said "No, please don't hurt me zombie" was it so meek and small that you chose to ignore it, or were you too busy making zombie sounds to hear? And what about your hands were they not shaking telling you this isn't right? Oh.... that's right, in this story you're a zombie, zombies don't know wrong from right, they just know what they want and take it, huh, I guess you and zombies are a lot a like after all. Preying on the lonely, finding the ones that are likely dumb enough to fall for your foolerie the ones that listen when you say "I'm not a zombie" Stupid, stupid, nieve woman, it is in fact, no matter how much blame you put on the zombie, your lack of listening to your core, your gut, your inner self that got your brain eaten. But zombies kill you when they eat your brain, you can't possibly stay alive without a brain, see, you weren't as kind as the zombies, you let me keep remembering you eating my brain and I just have to keep watching and replaying it, I wish you were kind like the zombies.
About this poem
This is a poem about how a person can be as bad, or even worse than a zombie (Monster)
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Submitted by jonestyra044 on October 22, 2023
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