I am Fascination
I find fascination in the little things
things that make my mind work
that make me really think
usually it's about zombies
and honestly it stinks
I wake up every morning
drenched in sweat and soaked in tears
because zombies visit in my sleep
to test if I'd survive
I watch my sister get torn apart
and my father eaten alive
it doesn't help that in this dream
almost everyone is not dead but alive
i find it fascinating that maybe I'd survive
I write about this all the time
It makes my nightmares come alive
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