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    dots Submission Name: Zombiedots

    Author: His Assholiness
    ASL Info:    35/M/Tampa, FL
    Elite Ratio:    5.06 - 104/90/23
    Words: 256
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       This is an allegory to the constant inundation of those in power mind-fucking us into a zombie-like existance. They work at us in the singular to spread their diseases of horrid corporate conglomeration. One day we shall all be prepared for the mental sheering and someone stands to make a fortune.

    Or conversely you could interpret it as a cheezy poem based on George A. Romero films...

    It's really up to you...

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    All the pain I endured
    Throughout my life was nothing
    Compared to the hurt when the
    Zombies ate my living flesh with
    Rending, jagged teeth pulling
    On my tender and pulsing meat.
    Digging fingers working their
    Way into my skin, tugging
    Veins out fresh torn holes.
    Searching, probing for my brain.
    A well placed bite would
    End this agony, but it never
    Comes and I lay to die in
    Pools of my own deficient,
    Odiferous and coagulating blood.

    Expanding away they leave
    Sated in search of the next meal.
    One last thought passes
    Through the vestiges of my
    Mind before the window closed.

    "When will peace find me?"

    But then as the light
    Slips from my bleeding eye,
    A new hunger grows within me.
    I spasm frenetically spewing a
    Froth of bile, blood and spittle
    And although my brain
    Leaks freely, I stand clumsily.
    My twisted limbs tighten and I
    Jerk my leg in front of it's mate.
    I starve for something that's
    Outside the range of my soul.

    Stumbling after the others I
    Consume what they leave behind.
    As my entrails drag behind me,
    I go back to the only place I know.
    Crawling down familiar streets
    And sanguine gutter rivers.
    Spilling forth the guts I eat
    Along the way. Ripping the
    Flesh of others with my
    Own broken teeth.

    I must get there
    Before they miss me.
    I must get there
    Before they know I'm gone.
    I must get home
    And eat the ones I love.

    Submitted on 2005-06-20 07:59:11     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      very morbid and as myself i have to say ew i have my graphic poems but this is just so nasty with the descriptive words and all that [censored]
    | Posted on 2005-07-02 00:00:00 | by dismal_s child | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow...you evoke some slightly disturbing, but all together powerful images with this piece. It seems like you're trying for one huge metaphor. Society in general, and how messed up it is. This, I understand. But with all of the very literal sounding descriptions makes it sound like you're really just talking about being eaten alive by zombies. I think, to escape confusing the audience as to what you're doing, maybe some re-wording would work. Are you using metaphors, or are you speaking in a literal sense?
    Anywho, I enjoyed this. It was a little extreme for 8am, but I liked it. Be well
    | Posted on 2005-06-20 00:00:00 | by nebnim | [ Reply to This ]
      eat me, mister Cat. i really did like the concept, however, jooj, you could rely less on the adjectives...it has a feel like you swallowed a thesaurus. otherwise, it's fine, though. eat me :)
    | Posted on 2005-06-20 00:00:00 | by ruejacobs | [ Reply to This ]

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