(Bite) A Zombie Left Behind
Overcome with a harrowing
and unearthly childhood affliction-
as a young girl, she had something taken
from her heart; a bite that caught the meat
between sharp and slimy teeth-
a piece of her eaten
by a monstrous predator. Now,
an adult, with a man who loves her,
she cannot kiss him
without her lips going cold;
she cannot express her affection
without thrusting her life into limbo;
she cannot make physical love
without her body turning gray,
her skin peeling off her hands and face,
her insides rotting and falling out
of the hollow hole between her legs.
A zombie, dropping chunks
of skin and sex organs
onto the floor as she runs,
bloodying the wood with her footprints-
naked in the autumn soaked forest,
she loses a piece of a finger,
a knee, a small intestine winds itself
into the hands of tree branches.
She quickly snaps it off of her body
like a strand of loose thread
and continues to race, to kill
the feeling of dread spreading
between and up her hips,
the memories causing her body
to destroy itself like a disease.
She lays what's left
of her languid tendons down
into a pile of damp
and freshly fallen leaves,
and wept as she fell into
a fetal position, the detached limbs
like ghosts she could still feel
pressed against her chest and stomach.
The stars shone bright above her
as her heart began to bleed,
and she knew it would be over soon.
She then stopped crying
and listened to the world of the night;
listened as her skin fell to the ground,
her blood drained away
like a hose against the grass,
her heart as it finally plopped
loudly, heavily, out of her cracked ribcage.
She released one more
before her mind and soul expired,
her eyes closed into sweet death,
leaving a trail of body parts behind.
Her lover follows, but never finds her...
And when he returns, she is home-
bones reattached and cheeks as red
as a freshly picked apple,
as alive as she was the morning before...
Sobbing together, he kisses
her warm forehead
and apologizes again and again
for the curse her body was under
before he could ever help her.
She drifts off to sleep in clean sheets,
while her heart beats and remembers,
holding on to the infernal bite
her mind is not ready to find; only then
will this miserable transformation,
this routine of torment and ritual
of violation end. Until then,
she moves through making love
as an archaic zombie girl-
and haunted by the life
that was snatched away from her