the living dead

she greets me, home

intangible, inert

and restless.

“free me, into the Lord’s embrace”

I won’t

 

these are not your words

“wipe her mouth”

my body moves and I gasp at the sight

her eyes. like wells

empty and wanting

 

a noise! and I quiver

shivering, shaking

she remains still

“wipe her mouth”

quivering hand and dancing cloth

 

my palms bore into my eyes

the humming of the machine

“well then, thats enough”

curse my fate!

“no”

 

jaw clenched I face frozen terror

muscles burn in agony

dilated pupils meet

my lips mouth her name

I look into the eyes of the living dead