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The Day After MAG

November 25, 2012
By EliHiebert PLATINUM, Surrey, Other
EliHiebert PLATINUM, Surrey, Other
26 articles 6 photos 13 comments

The day after she killed me,
ran me over, riding
a freight train of bad news,
I was uptown. And uptown Donnie,
the homeless bootlegger, thirsty
with a blade,
threatens my already dead self
and steps toward me, while a woman
gives me her number, I wonder,
What does she wants with a zombie?
And my head is a mess, I am
walking with a fear of
never arriving, always moving
farther from home. Noticing not
the sidewalk turn to street,
brake pads scream and pupils dilate.
Headlights in my face. I remember
when we were almost road kill
on the very same street, and I wish
we had been. I would be dead
like I am dead now, but holding your
hand, which now I am not.



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on Feb. 23 2013 at 2:44 pm
EliHiebert PLATINUM, Surrey, Other
26 articles 6 photos 13 comments
thanks, thats really good to hear

on Feb. 21 2013 at 10:26 pm
AmandaFish GOLD, Draper, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
He who doth not know me, cannot love me.<br /> -Shakespeare

I had to re-read this a couple of times to fully get the meaning. Your writing really made me stop and think about what I feel is worth it. Keep writing because your work is inspiring.