Dearest Gertrude,
You came to me moaning, desperate and sad.
I saw that your mood was intolerably bad.
You screamed and you hollered and lashed out all night.
Spoiling for action, primed for a fight!
It hurt my soul deeply.
Within those first moments, your mind was made up.
You showed your intentions, tipped me your cup.
You clawed at my arm and my hand for a start.
But we both know you wanted to get to my heart.
I found myself weeping.
My desire to run was all I could see.
You tried to hold tightly as I made to flee!
Our conflict however, was destiny writ.
Our desinations converged, never waivered a bit.
My hope was but fleeting.
In short you regained me, Gertrude, my dear.
Once more in your grasp, you drew me quite near.
Your rage never sated, my destruction thus gained.
You opened my skull and dined on my brain!
Our sad, zombie meeting.
Eternally yours, Ted.
About the Creator
Noel T. Cumberland
Noel T. Cumberland is always looking for the bizarre twist in everything he writes. He is published on the Scarlet Leaf Review, and Flash Fiction Magazine. He lives in Tucson with his wife, two sons, and a pair of interesting cats.
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