“Roads that mimic a real solution”

I’m writing this for my girlfriend because she can’t write anymore from the pain in her hands

“Oh my God,

How can I move on

I wanted to be a simple housewife but instead I was splattered undead guts built into a monster-machine

The cure was said aloud by Bexley

The first zombie was David, and his woe-begotten lover Arron, such a sad treasury that we heard and tragic

But there could be a “cure” for zombies

That it is just within reach

I’m a Bloodletter. The scourge of society

I’m the monster that was made, spliced with zombie and bioengineered madness

I’m stuck on a steep cliff.

I can’t look down, I’m terrified,

And more afraid of what’s ahead

The road has slipped beneath me

The road never seemed there to begin with

I’m never sturdy

I’m never stable

I go off the rails

Until my Emma gives me to the safety look

And we dance without movement

The roads that mimic a real solution remain like a narrow swamp that carries troubled dangers, little hexes and hues of fear bubbling inside my broken mind

I want to be free and love myself for what I am

What I was

What I can be

Oh God, I’m trembling as if there’s blood coursing deep

Fever inside my bones

Emma put the fire inside

Now it lights my path

I’m no longer afraid to go on these paths

I know they’ll lead me to something real

Because my spirit isn’t broken after-all

And the cracks in the path are healing over.”