Out of Misery

“About killing your lover in a zombie apocalypse after said lover is bitten.”

By Mattea Dean

We loved as if there were nothing left;

Our hearts watched destruction unfold

I pulled the shotgun’s trigger, leaving a cleft

Never did I think I would be so bold

But when the bite began to froth,

and his veins turned dark with sin,

my lover begged me; let me not

become a mindless member of the din

And so I picked his shattered body up

and added fuel to the flames

His bones were charred, his fingers cupped

around my photo in a frame

This cremation of a deadly virus

which steals our sense of humanity

The tears ran down as I thought of us

and what I had thought we could be.