Ex Mortis

You were a perfect picture;

a creature of sublime composition.

You were thin, supple gossamer skin,

sculpted with skilled hands.

Oh, someone knew what they were doing

when they made you.

Inset with eyes like small oceans,

deep and green and terrible,

shades of kindness brushed in generously

and a smile that truly meant joy;

the shape of happiness.

We exist in a world made less beautiful,

by the zombie that ate your face.


HG – 2016

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s