It was late October
almost two years ago
when I finally cracked
and lost myself completely
and words that once so easily
slipped from my lips
became a silent grave
undead in my head
and as they began digging
and clawing into my skull
like zombies
begging to be released
to feed
they managed to escape
from out of my fingertips
and through the tip of a pencil onto notebooks and sketchpads
and that year when the leaves fell
and were soon swept away by snow
I had so many words
begging to be let out
that I ran out of paper
so I began to write on my arms
my thighs
my hips
until these undead words
took over my entire body
and sent me mercilessly off the edge
of that 6x6 foot hole
and the words spilled
into idle darkness
finally leaving me clean
leaving me
undead
and I have been ever since
(t.s.)
