Here's a beauty for all of you zombie lovers.
What brought me to write this beautiful piece of art is this:
"Hey, did you know? I'm a zombie's worst nightmare. Why, you ask? Cause I'm a necrophiliac."
I saw this, and I was like, "Bitch, you crazy." Then my Amelia muse took over. diary entry. Give me things and people to write about and from. They'll go in separate chapters, yes. The narrator is Belarus, by the way. The dead thing she finds is fem!America. I know it's really short, but it's a weird idea. Not sure how you'll like it. owo
"Zombies. 7/28/2012
Zombies aren't real.
And I'm schizophrenic.
If you're seeing walking dead people,
You probably are, too.
In case you didn't know,
Dead have a thing for women.
You'll always see us there,
And never the nasty men.
One thing I don't quite know
is how come they haven't taken me.
They're always there outside,
I feel them when I breathe.
The air is getting heavy,
And I feel unbeating hearts.
Please help, it smells like death.
I guess that's what I get.
Hey, look, somebody's here.
They're knocking on my door.
I don't quite want to open it,
To find it's one of them.
They think they know I'm here,
That's just a human whim.
They know they know I'm here,
My time is running thin.
Someone please remember me,
The girl that never was.
I find that while I'm writing this,
My soul ceases to exist.
They're almost past the door,
I wanted you to know,
I stayed just like you told me,
Holed up and out of reach.
But now the dead are here,
They're grasping at my heels.
Up here on this perch,
I should be free.
I'm sorry Mom and Dad,
I had to watch you bleed.
I know it was the worst,
I'm here because of greed.
Forgive me, little sister,
I never wanted this.
I knew they wouldn't believe me.
That's why I slit your wrists.
Forgive me, all the dead,
I couldn't put a bullet
Directly through your head.
Now, in my final moments,
I know I'm gonna die.
Please promise me this once,
I won't be one to rise."
The paper is covered in blood. Despite the fact that the body on the floor was still warm, the dead had no doubt ravaged her small body. The last of her words, however, seem like something I would say. Why they rhymed, I did not know, only that they did.
I tell myself it'll be alright,
I'll tell him that she's dead.
He'll know I mean what I say,
He'll know they got there first.
He'll be the one to finish her,
Because he loved the girl.
He'll be the one to stop her,
though her dead form looks so harmless.
He'll love to see her drop,
Dead and now released.
whatthefuckdidIjustsee. Five reviews by August 4th, I'll update. ouo zombies. 3