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Because it's all in my Head
I get a bad feeling at night.
It’s lonely.
I’ve always had a fear of closet monsters, but then
Closet monsters turned into the yeti
Turned into a zombie
Turned into a fallacious friend.
A dead friend.
I could never run from a friend
A friend with bloody half-attached limbs and
A hunger to kill.
This would never happen…
Not literally I mean.
But when a friend is the only person you have left
And then they get the “Infection”
And you want to run,
Desperately to run--
But you can’t because
You’ve always relied on each other.
You know it’s impossible to revive a zombie.
Do you die alongside your friend? Sacrificially perhaps?
Do you run?
Do you kill It yourself?
As far as we know, these monsters can’t feel a thing.
Proven because they don’t exist.
Yet they haunt me even in the day
And they don’t go away by themselves.
Do I even want them to leave?
They have been a part of me for a while, now.
I haven’t ran.
I haven’t surrendered.
I still haven’t destroyed them.
The Zombies know as well as I do
They are welcome to stay.
I have nothing
With which to replace them.
They know.
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