Dead Two

The chill of my heart
Never warm nor ever warmed
Zombie love risen
Image by Satyress from Pixabay

Ice queen. Frozen. Dead lay. Little did they know how dead I was. 

“Why are you so distant?” asks Debbie, one of the few who dares to try to get close. “I think he likes you, or maybe could like you if you’d let him.”

“Meh.”

“Don’t meh me, Shinda. I know you’re not as heartless as you appear.”

Heartless? No. I have a heart. Broken. Useless. But it is there in my chest. A lump, sitting motionless in a stagnant pond.

“I don’t think so, Deb. Besides, I’m not into him.”

“He’s the only boy you’ve said more than two words to.”

“I’ve talked to other boys.”

“To bite their heads off or cuss them out. You like him, hell you tolerate him which is even more impressive. Talk to him, have an actual conversation. Ask him to the Halloween dance.”

“Mmrr.”

“I’m going to bring him over here. Talk to him!”

Debbie made a face and pointed as she walked over to Anim. She walked back with Anim, pulling him by the hand. 

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey.”

“Well, I can see you two are just going to talk, talk, talk. I’m going to go,” said Debbie.

‘Talk to him’ she mimed to me as she walked away.

“Ummm,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said.

He looked around and then pulled up his shirt. There was a hole in his chest, right about where his heart would have been.

“I’m a zombie too.”


This was for a dVerse prompt: Write a Halloween Halibun. Hope you enjoy!

Published by authorstew

C. Stuart Lewis creates poems with feeling, intelligence and sex appeal. His short stories and books focus on characters that feel real in real world situations. Originally from the United States he now resides in Ontario, Canada. Check out his webpage at TheAuthorStew.ca

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