Mom the Zombie
Our mommy mostly moans
in dull and dulcet tones
with gurgles, grunts, and groans.
Her skin grows cold and clammy…
…there’s something wrong with Mammy.Oh what a mess, that hair!
That glaze-y, gaze-y stare:
awake, but no one’s there.
She’s chasing after brother.
There’s something wrong with mother.A slow but steady slog.
A head too full of fog.
Her color: green as frog.
A zombie dearest mother
(who tried to eat my brother).
