Featured Zombie Poems
A Small Error
I realize, though, in a nut shell,
That I did not rise from hell,
And am actually alive and well.
Little Penny Weatherbee
ever sensing she would never be
than the estimable queen
In an effort to escape the blowing scorn,
i foolishly bolt from the car and into the storm.
in bolts of lightening i see human forms.
Ingesting not in jest the living’s intestines,
jaws the churning pistons of festering undead flesh-questing engines,
an unblessed region infested with lurking legions of heathens…