How does it feel

How does it feel

Every time

Someone

(who knows who these days)

Sticks a

              DINOSAUR    

Head on Your body

And points

                  and

                             laughs

How does it feel

Every time

Someone

(if only they knew)

Makes Your skin

    dead

           splotchy gray

mottled green

  nasty- lifeless- diseased

                        covered in worms?

Digs You up out of the grave You’re

(thankfully)

Not in anymore

And hangs You up in all Your

“zombie horror”

To be gazed at in awe

By all the

pop-culture-junkies

Who think they’re too good for You

just for kicks.

do they see how it hurts You?

How You don’t need

                 Sharp

                  Nails

  pierced through Your tender

                 Flesh

                   in

                 order

                   to

                  feel

                  pure

                 agony—

--just words will do.