We're all just Meat and BonesWe're all just Meat and Bones2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm going to die.
No, I'm going to change into them. I should probably write this down directly, quickly, and to the point. In about an hour I will cease to be Ryan, English major at Lander University in Greenwood SC, and I will start my life anew as a zombie. Yea, an undead corpse that stumbles around all day searching for human flesh. I will be nameless just one undead among thousands.
Which is exactly why I'm writing this letter on this stack of blank receipts. I'm holed up in The Dixie, a local burger joint. Ironically, I always thought the old-timey and weathered neon sign out front would make a perfect apocalypse backdrop. Now, I'm not so sure. It flickers constantly, illuminating the gyrating bodies of the dead like some twisted disco party. This hovel will be my resting place, or my stomping ground, depending on how you view the situation.
If you find this letter, watch out. It won't be me this letter is me, or what's left of me, Ryan. Mor
The RoseShe hugs her rough skin,The Rose4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As her auburn hair cascades,
Around her face.
She is the romance found
In a forbidden embrace,
A fairytale ending in a
Fatal finger prick.
She has died many times
At the cruelty of other women's hands,
But she is not defenseless,
Underneath her blushing beauty,
She hides deceit and betrayal,
For every curious man.
Dead Man's ChestWhen you died at the tip of my sword;Dead Man's Chest4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When your breath left your lips,
and turned to ash on my body;
Thats when I took it.
Not your heart;
That gnarled root to your soul,
Even though it took my breath away, once;
No, your bloody heart is not my treasure.
But the gold key and dusty map are;
Your rigid hands grasped at them
Until they fell down unto you chest
Like my blackened soul.
I only wanted the key and map
To your eyes all along.
So I killed you.
Not out of love or hate,
But of a means to an end.
I found the X,
and I carved it on your chest,
and left you to stare at the sky..
Where my humanity stays with your eyes.
A black fog over a cracked and tortured skull.
The Apple of His EyeI saw Him again today,The Apple of His Eye4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Standing with His arms crossed
And leaning against that tall dark tree.
That gnarled tree, of horrible beauty.
It commands my immediate attention,
And groans as I stumble near and fall,
Amidst the carcasses strewn about Its roots.
The dead bodies crumple beneath my clenching fingers
And add a macabre golden glitter to the porcelain of my skin.
He kneels before my shaking body
And takes me into His arms of bark,
An Apple rests in His hands before me.
It is as perfect and red as He is dark and disturbing.
Without further thinking,
I consumed His heart,
And He poisoned me.
My Beloved CreationCome away from the windowMy Beloved Creation4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and sit down on a Golden Throne
Under the graying Trees.
Let me hold your head against my chest
While I whisper songs of Persephone and Hades,
and watch my Siren song rake its hands across
Your chiseled features of jagged stone.
The dust from your body swirling beneath my breath
To settle in my carved, ivory lungs.
Sleep beneath my eyes and never know
You are in Danger. You see,
The Devil courted me today; promised me great things;
and gave me an Apple, so that I might sign my name into it's red flesh...
But, I am no one's perfect statue, and neither are you, not anymore.