Week 3- Heather Ouellette-Cygan

Posted: April 16, 2011 in Heather Ouellette-Cygan, Week 03

Zombie Heart

This morning, I ran over my own heart
In the driveway; backed right the fuck
Over that thing with the left
Rear tire of my Volkswagen Jetta.

She flopped around a bit on the black
top, then seemed to die – a dramatic,
Silent film star death. But
It was a lie.

Now, I swear, she is out for brains.
Half- dead and part alive. Defenseless,
Though. I think you could rip her arms
Off. They are attached only
With rotten sinews, thread-like

Veins. Her clothes decay
And begin to fall off around her.
Tonight she will roam, nearly naked
In her half-life state.

Ribs, what incompetent crypt-keepers you
Have been. Letting her out to wander,
Nude, cold, and angry. And none of you, each
Lovely, boney branch will explain
This wandering muscle, anxious,
Hungry, grieving, alone.

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Comments
  1. Unknown: please post under your own name. says:

    Very nice, Heather. I think she needs to roam to the forest where the nymph’s and fairies are playing 😉

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