Accidental Zombie Poem by Kewayne Wadley

For me it wasn't about
survival per se.
Everyone is unique in their
own little way.
I've watched her leave her
purse in one place or another
& express herself in many ways
other than ordinary.
She'd literally lose her head
any & everywhere,
sometimes an arm.
She loves brains and strawberry
milkshakes to go.
To be painstakingly honest
it was all out of my hands when
She turned around and took
a huge chunk out of my arm,
at this point survival was out
of the question.
Although theres never a bad time
for steak
This time we won't need silverware