Zombie girl

They may say she’s a corpse, A zombie, /Creepy, flesheating predator/Walking dead among us/She’s used to giving them goosebumps./She’s used to them wincing at the sight of her smile /As if each pull of her happy cheeks revealed fresh worms crawling /between her teeth. /She can’t help it. /They’ll say her kind of rot is dangerous /Say it’s infectious. /say they had to put her down /With a bullet between the brow /But they won’t mention how /Astounding her steps were. /They won’t mention how they chained her /To Watch her /dance aimlessly for hours /before taking her out of that misery. /They made her /Their prime example /For all the evils imaginable. /But her malevolence was not intentional /She never bit anyone really, /She wasn’t ravenous like they thought she was./In fact, while certain parts appeared dead, /That flesh was such good fertilizer. /The vultures picked her clean, /Ripped muscle from cartilage, /She let herself go into their mouths so easily /her bones were picked clean. /They built impressive bridges with them. /They walked on her skull, /All the while laughing at the mush of brains /They considered themselves too good to eat. /She held them up /Made sure they didn’t fall, /She led them across to unseen territory. /Her creepy spectre said “you’re welcome” /To no one. /They say she would’ve married the grim reaper /If she thought it would keep her alive /But she didn’t care if she survived. /That’s what people forget about the walking dead.

/They aren’t hungry for what they used to be. /They are there to make the living feel something. /They are there to shake you into remembering how to hold a gun /She did her job. /They made her a monster. /They made her a corpse, /reanimated & then taken down twice, /They made her that which all can point a finger at /You’re welcome she said, /Only she never actually said anything.

(Heather Dora, 2016)