My dreams were severed.
My hopes, filleted.
The promise of a future
with the man I loved,
and a college education,
is gone.
I was fighting. Free.
And then, captured.
The promise of a future
was ripped from me,
and my freedom was destroyed.
And now,
With that one bad bite,
I was murdered.
The promise of a future
was stollen from me.
I became a zombie chick.
Undead.
Don't you hate when that happens?
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