Soul

I am not this shell
This husk that sustains my life
I hold more promise

Snow

Snow snow snow snow snow
snow snow snow -- Whoops! Ice. Snow snow
snow snow snow snow snow.

What I Learned About Zombies

Rotting flesh. No breath.
Subsist on fresh humans. But,
they are people too.

A Fine Way to Wake Up

Crashing, then screaming.
Shoes, purses, clothes, and baskets
All fell on my head.

Neglectful

"Oh hi," she whispers.
"It's funny seeing you here."
Guess she better post...

Wedding

Kentucky bluegrass,
no horses, only a priest.
And then she's all yours.