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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.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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AmandaFish said...
Feb. 21, 2013 at 10:26 pm:
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.
 
EliHiebert This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Feb. 23, 2013 at 2:44 pm :
thanks, thats really good to hear
 
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