Full moon,
Dark night,
Green field with no stadium lights.
Look down, look right.
Blood splattered, zombies, the undead,
Coming after me, moving through the night.
Pale moon,
Dodging stadium chairs, move slowly, avoid stairs.
Standing upright,
Eyes wide and blinking.
They are all around me, feeding, everywhere.
Step left, step right,
How to move invisible?
Quiet as a mouse.
How to stay out of sight?
Gasping for air,
Exhaling the cold night,
Trying to wake up.
Wake up from this fright!
Moving too slow,
I am in a dream.
Have to wake up,
Things are not what they seem.
About the Creator
Shay Morrow
Just sitting on the pier with my dog casting a line out with some live bait, sipping a beer and puffing a smoke, like everyone else.
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