Half of a Piece of Paper

Half of a piece of paper
to save for myself.
For no one has asked me for it,
for no one needs me.
In this perfect circle,
a reflection of our perfect world,
I do not fit in.
I make the circle crooked. I change
the circle.
I take on the different,
the role of the leper among the perfect Athenians.
I hold a piece of paper,
half a piece of paper.
This is just a simple tool to show how
the world is so imperfect.

Zombies, Everywhere

Everyone outside of my house
was going crazy.
I didn’t know what to do,
so I turned on the television.

The man in the nice suit
and toupee said that riots have started,
and people were infected
with a deadly virus.

I didn’t know what he meant.
That is until my sister came home
with a big gash in her leg claiming
“A stranger bit me.”

She wrapped it in gauze,
and mum told her that we’d take
her to the hospital
when all of the rioting stopped.

But after the rioting when on for days,
and my sister’s gash turned white, then purple,
she started to go crazy.
We didn’t know what was wrong.

She got out of bed and tried attacking mum and pop.
My parents tried calming her down,
but the rage didn’t cease.
She tore into their flesh like it was paper.

I didn’t know what to do,
but take her out.
So with our big kitchen knife,
I stopped her in her tracks.

After my parents said
“What have you done?!”,
and I told them
I did what had to be done.

The rioting never stopped.
And my parents never got better.
They turned to mindless creatures.
Then they came for me.

But before they got to me,
I got to their bedroom
and barricaded myself in.
I searched in their closet and under their bed.

Eureka, I found my dad’s 12 gauge.
I opened the door and was ready.
I was ready to do this, because
I reassured myself that
they were no longer my parents.

After the deed was done,
I turned on the t.v.
Then the man said something
I though only existed in books, or movies.
Zombies.

I decided to move on
when night time fell,
when it was the quietest.
I didn’t want to alarm the zombies.

I went to the neighbor’s house
in search of food.
All I found were their mangled bodies.
Zombies ate my neighbors.

I ran for weeks on end,
searching every house for food
so I could survive for another few days.
The apocalyptic world was upon me.

Every where I went, there were hundreds,
and thousands of zombies.
There was no one left in the world
Except the zombies and me.

When I went to the local grocery store,
I noticed a few followed me in.
After I disposed of them, I looked out
just to see that hundreds followed them.

I quickly barricaded all the windows and doors.
But it was no match.
Just like that, there were hundreds surrounding me
and all I had were a few shells, and an axe.

Just as they tore into my flesh,
I woke up and realized
I just had a bad dream
when I fell asleep in front of the television.