Context: My ex suggested we write a poem each, about the other, in autobiographical format.

What I wrote from her perspective:

Zombies have taken over my planet. I drive on till the last gallon of fuel, then abandon my jeep by the ruins. Dodging a few undead, I drag myself towards … where? Just onwards, I guess. I envy them sometimes, mindlessly strolling through it all. All of it. Heartbreaks and breaking hearts, and laying myself bare once again. Wish I were a zombie too. But they hunt me, for I am alive. I’m the only one alive.

What she wrote from my perspective:

graveyard of work, take my bag to travel: lights, camera, action, roll will i ever find true love? yes i will. I have left that chaos behind. we were wired across cities. toxic, passionate, chaotic. i’ve left that continent now. see you in another life.

24 Dec, 2024.