On the Table of Fate

Haiku by Charles

Creative Poetry From the viewpoint of a Zombie

im really torn up
a hole in my neck whistles
with every inhale

I loved my momma
I eat with my mouth closed,
how she would want it

my dad used to say
always finish what you start
so I ate her all

she’s always with me
especially if my gut
cant digest toenails

I really need blood
moaning “brains” is hard to do
with a dried out tongue

blood is really warm
it’s like drinking hot chocolate
but with more screaming

biting into heads
is much harder than it looks
his skull is feisty

occasional screams
loudly tell me of missed meals
that others found first

brains are less squishy
and a tad bit more squeaky
than some might guess

my right foot snapped off
so now i walk on a nub
thus causing the lean

the flies on my arm
clearly have something to do
with all these maggots

intestines dangle
as he crawls, they trail behind
from where i bit him

I need to slow down
its hard when eating fingers
to tell whose hand’s whose



standing ovation

Haiku by Charles
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