Zombie-baby Spa
A poem inspired by Trevor Brown and The Walking Dead Universe.
It probably won’t matter at the end, you see,
they were already dead when they got to me.
They yap as babies do,
but they sound like growls to me and you.
Grinding their little teeth,
salivating at the sight of my flesh for them to eat.
I took the blade that Michonne had laid,
and slashed them up and you called it ‘well played.’
To bath in the blood of the young dead,
provides my soul of its needed bread.
Rejuvenates my skin,
and shines my raven hair that was dim.
Now it is your turn, jump right in.
If you wait too long, you might realize the sin.
Originally published on Medium on 2023-11-04.