Pastor (of zombies?)

If I could have been anywhere else
I would have
But I made a deal I couldn't renege

He high-fived the devil in my hand
Stood a little too close
And mistook my terror for shyness

We talked about my boots
The rain, and my plans for the day

They didn't consist of anything
So I lied

I'd been looking for an exit
From the the moment I'd arrived;
The doorway represented a portal
To a different kind of hell
Than the one I usually stepped through

At least my hell was self-inflicted
Theirs came from a book
And he was far too nice to put me at ease

In the back of my mind I pictured
A zombie politely asking if he could "pick" my brain

(C) Indie Adams 2014
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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