by Chantelle Goeujon

Created on: October 25, 2008

Death Valley

A carcass smell makes me pause in this Death Valley.

I need to find the one who's alive.

All the zombies playing a role

they saw on TV;

Trying to tear me apart.

And all I can hear

are moans complaining

about the me I can't recognize.

The nails scraping my skin

clench my jaw, grab my ears.

I don't notice the pain,

just the cool rain

in Death Valley,

eating away at the fake flesh.

When it's washed away,

I'll find you alive.
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