Bexley’s fury

her limbs contorted

She can’t keep her thoughts sorted

Her katana is lifted and caught up in fury

The blade like her arm

The blade is her arm

It cuts her off

No one can reach her and her long arm

It cuts her down

She is crying without tears

Everyone sees her seething

Her husband sees her, truly

But cannot mirror this behavior

Holding her hands in her deeply entrenched fear

Grief can kill

Grief is still

Like a rancid, gripping stream

Still and hot, smoking like a pistol freshly squeezed

Nothing can live if she feeds it more metal

It tastes bittersweet

But her fury is the blade

She wrought

Cutting down the fire

Cutting down the fury

She found the enemy

In a mutual perspective

And laid down her arm

And placed fresh life into new bubbling

Waters.

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Author note: this poem represents the grief of Bexley, a young zombie woman dealing with loss and tragedy and her own overwhelming anger as a result.

My debut horror drama novel I am Bexley is available for the Resurgence Novels app to download and enjoy! https://l.linklyhq.com/l/1iw9Z

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Love, Melissa