Love, Heart Break, and Zombies.

They've abandoned her.
Left her for dead.
Her body aches of solitude,
Lips tremble with addiction.
She bids farewell to the long lost sobriety they pulled her out of to begin with,
And now she's drowning again.

She is broken.
Mauled to pieces by the unforgiving,
Shattered by the unwilling,
Stripped of whatever held her together.
They dragged her courage across the floor,
Shredding her trust with their teeth.

She remains as broken love,
Sprawled across the floor.
Unflinching, unmoving.
All thanks to the boy who stole her heart.

Decay snakes its way through her,
Mascara streaming down her decrepit face.
Her bones splinter with horror,
Muscles scream in agony.
She feels uncomfortable in her casket.

Do you see what they've done to her?
LOOK AT HER.
She can hardly move.
Hollow words escape her vocal chords.
She exhales life itself.

She does nothing but lay there.
She didn't even show resistance.
She lets them trample her,
Smash her face in to the ground.
And she doesn't care.
She'll get back up,
Dust herself off,
Only to let it happen again.
She is heart broken.

A shell of what was once stunning
A beatless heart molded by rough hands,
Out of empty eyes flow abandonment.
The dead walk among the living.

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

So so very descriptive! A wonderful job .. this is a heartbreaking poem of heartache .. you have many lines that i like much this is a good verse:

A shell of what was once stunning
A beatless heart molded by rough hands,
Out of empty eyes flow abandonment.
The dead walk among the living.

'out of empty eyes flor abandonment'

wonderfully written!

Chloe

[Glenna.]

Monica, you are so fantastic at writing.
I've told you that so much.
Do you believe me NOW?
Look at these reviews!
You're great!

[Lizanne]

To be completely drained of life, when love leaves. Moving through the days and nights like a zombie now devoid of emotion. Feeling of being totally empty, the emotions dead. There is no reason to go on and all sense of being is lost. Life is there around her, but she has no desire to participate. Life can go on, but she is now emotionally dead. A dark writing about what can happen when love dies and we surrender to the emotional death. You capture the reader from beginning to end. You did a great job with this work.

[H]

Ooh, yes. I love Zombies.

[Skelasoldier]

Chilling, Very good!