We're all just Meat and BonesWe're all just Meat and Bones3 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 Rose5 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.
My Beloved CreationCome away from the windowMy Beloved Creation5 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.