A Zombie’s Sacrifice

A Sonnet by Rex Arrasmith

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Who, what am I, and why am I raving?
This thing in the mirror I do not know.
Stumble about, empty belly craving;
Weeping, wounded, moving forward I go.
Finding nothing, only what is that smell?
It's the living, searched for, craving, consumed.
Sniff whiff follow the scent hurry, pell-mell.
There in a heap covered quaking she's doomed.

Oh NO, not her my mind screams, NO leave her.
Grabbing I lurch fighting forward motion.
Panicked hunger triumphs what we once were.
My love, my food, shoot me, without caution.
Starving for flesh don't see it's me just aim,
And BANG, our love story ended, no blame.

Rex Carey Arrasmith writes poetry and fiction in Sedona, AZ His work is inspired by the vortexes found in Arizona’s Coconino National Forest. His work can be found in the Lily Poetry Review, Passenger’s Journal, Solstice Literary Magazine, New Note Poetry, Spillwords, and others. View more of Rex’s work at https://www.wreckswrites.com