Zombie Haiku
helen, the group moderator at the local chapter of undead anonymous, suggests that each of us find some creative way to deal with our feelings of hopelessness, an artistic therapy to cope with the challenges of being one of the undead. the idea is to create something beautiful that transcends our less-than-glamorous existence.
when i was among the living, i used to pen an occasional haiku. nothing ground breaking. i never submitted to any poetry journals or read my stuff aloud at an open mic down at mr. toot’s in capitola. i just did it for me. i never even let rachel read my haikus. i wasn’t ashamed. it was just personal. something to give the right side of my brain some exercise.
i don’t know if it matters anymore, considering that my brain is gradually liquefying, but old habits don’t die even when you do.
shattered life dangles
a severed voice screams in grief
i’m rotting inside
