It starts with the blood,
creeping through bones
of a being before death.
A creak resounds through my body
as the clock of the pathogen
starts ticking with a silent cry.
My heart struggles to cry,
and I’m begging for healthy blood
to purge the pathogen
from the tired bones
of my condemned body.
But, it does not do well to be hostile to Death.
And anyways, it turns out he’s pretty chill, that guy Death.
He’s a bony shoulder on which I can cry,
and gives great hugs despite the millennia-old body.
He’s actually queasy at the sight of blood,
which is why he chooses the form of bones
wrapped in a cloak as he doles out his pathogen.
“Speaking of this pathogen,
you look like Death,”
he says to me fondly, on his face a smile made of bones.
After all these years with him, I almost want to cry
in sudden realization. Blood
instead leaks out of my body.
“I’m kind of literally falling apart, and my body
is at the mercy of your pathogen,
but I know even my blood
burns for you, Death.”
He sniffles, and starts to cry.
I panic at the leaking bones.
“You have a beautiful mind, and my bones
care nothing about your decaying body,”
he says. “I didn’t know I could cry,
but I’m glad my pathogen
led me to you. If you’d join me in death,
that’d be cool, and I’d love you and your blood.”
So now I’m a zombie dating my Death. He’s bones,
and I’m blood, and we are a single body
ignoring Life’s cry with a love born from a pathogen.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.