her mind is tiffany twisted

miscommunication

i would say i am a zombie but i do not groan and i do not thirst indiscriminately
for the only human flesh i crave, i am brainless   wordless   blank inside

i do not know why they run when i reach for them—my fingers are only little
rotted tissue between carved-off ears it wasn't me i didn't want the ears

i wanted the electrical connections burning in nerves, now they are gone
it's quiet in here where are the boomsticks and the machetes take my head off

the blood can make the sounds my brain stopped making, whistle out of arteries
humming Hotel California because we can never leave without losing some blood

i've broken my teeth on every skull searching for an entrance maybe if i went through
eyes soft doe eyes dear, why won't you stop crying the tears are obscuring visions

we're all in Mall of America tripping over bodies, where are the chainsaws
they let us see but we don't hear and my mouth is moving around your neck

it's nothing but echoes, baby, this place is dead and so am i why don't you open your eyes

Author's Note

is the meaning coming across?

Reviews

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

The works well in both non literal and litteral..reminds me of a scene in Shaun of the Dead.. where at first he does not notice the Zombies because everyone is walking around like Zombies..
I really like it..it's a good one..

[Eagle Cruagh]

You saying does not mean it is, you seeing will
never paint a picture.
The refviewer saying I know does not say knowledge
and the writing an ode to desolation does not produce
creation.
Good writing, I have no idea what you said , but you
have every right to say it and you said it well.

My rating ---- 100 %

----- Eagle Cruagh

[H]

Oh, dear Lord. I think I just found my new hero. The flow in this poem is indescribable and... the meaning came across beautifully.

[Drachke Thoth]

.....stabbed it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast- SUch a lovely place..such a lovely place- you spooky I like it...

-Drachke