jenseno
i saw a dog and it had foam at its mouth and it chased me along the candy cane street and i ran into cinnamon buns and he ate me and i died and then i woke up in a hospital and the doctor ate me the end. and i am a zombie now.
I try every night to forget the cold stare of my mother's eyes, looking right through me as she laid on the ground, pale and gray. In the crowded room of patients, my cries blend in with everyone else's.
He lies in a pool of sweat and vomit and who knows what else. His face is purple and gray and green and slick with tears like mine. I lay my head on his shoulder, not caring if I get infected too. I'd rather die of disease than die of a broken heart, truly the worst way to go.