Zombie

You took my life the way a gun does, 

Without a hole in the temple, 

Or the trickle of blood; 

My stare’s long and distant, 

Though it’s my feet I don’t see beyond, 

The contents of my brain 

Are spilt just the same, 

Littering the floor with invisible words 

That couldn’t convince you of love, 

Or my worth. 

One stands out below, tagging my toe: 

DEAD of heartbreak. 

Just then, someone knocks the door; 

My corpse jumps out of its grey skin, 

Running out of the morgue it created, 

Toward the sink, where it vomits. 

I look into the mirror and see the zombie

You once lovingly wrapped your arms around 

as he shaved, 

Delicately kissing his shoulders and nape.