Edgar's Eerie Epistolary
Not quite the Book of the Dead.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Ivory Tower
I see
a plague of flesh-eating zombies
I know
you cannot outrun the unstoppable undead
I scream
as madness slowly overtakes me
Guest Poet
Gray Fruit
I make use of this warm gray fruit
never their hot hearts, which always taste bad.
Imagine keeping gentle when they feel you work.
Relax -
It is easy after.
I want but little
--Jessica Tracey
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