Backyard Zombie Horror
My soccer ball flew o’er the neighbor’s fence.
Alarmed, I followed quickly in pursuit.
By my trespass I meant no offense,
My imprint on his yard would be minute.
Into the padded sod I deftly leapt
To where no soccer ball appeared to be.
Under a sickly hemlock tree I crept
Believing underneath it I might see.
Instead a hand, with hanging flesh, outreached
And clamped upon my wrist with clasping claws
To drag me terror-stricken from my feet
And draw me, writhing, to its gruesome jaws.
Thus with its venom my blood was imbued
A monstrous afterlife begins anew.
© 2010 Karl Becker
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