He keeps coming.
I kick and he comes back.
He bites my arm, I die, and now
I'm back.
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| Martial artists in Martinique - photo by Dalia Del Arte / CC BY-SA (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0) |
If you are looking for free zombie short stories, free zombie flash fiction, and even zombie poems, you've come to the right zombie blog. This is an author blog for Alexander Z Pain. It provides zombie stories, and musings on fiction writing, the zombie genre, zombies, The Walking Dead, and more. #WorldsofPain
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Zombie Cinquain Poem: The Quiet
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