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The Zombie and the Saint~
She walked in a disjointed gait
down a dark desolate street
thigh highs taunt and tight
on a withered frame
hollow and desiccated.
Held together by a tight black
skirt, and laced corset.
I approached to ask for a light.
Her dispassionate gaze
crawled over me, a hunger
was there, undefined.
Dull, Defective, Defunct
I shrugged, and moved on.
A cold hand clutched
vice like,
as claws dug
into me, desperately.
I looked to her eyes
and found a light
Bright embers burning
deep.
And took her home
Or did
she take me?
I will never know.
But should I really care?
For she saved me.
She was my Saint.
By Philip Wardlow 2015
down a dark desolate street
thigh highs taunt and tight
on a withered frame
hollow and desiccated.
Held together by a tight black
skirt, and laced corset.
I approached to ask for a light.
Her dispassionate gaze
crawled over me, a hunger
was there, undefined.
Dull, Defective, Defunct
I shrugged, and moved on.
A cold hand clutched
vice like,
as claws dug
into me, desperately.
I looked to her eyes
and found a light
Bright embers burning
deep.
And took her home
Or did
she take me?
I will never know.
But should I really care?
For she saved me.
She was my Saint.
By Philip Wardlow 2015
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