#BrendanBradyZombie

He is back
risen
returned.
He, such calm.
He the void into which
I have poured my words
til silence
til breath only
from tears
and lesions inside.
Brendan.
Returned as zombie;
now and always half here
half with me
a part inside alive
in me
a part a shell the
body of an actor.
Brendan -
your height
your weight
your gait makes it you.
Your stooping
and holding of shoulders
to emphasise truths.
Your half breath
half laugh
half life
make it you
you returned
you existing once more
outside my control
blinking as you will,
walking in rooms in
houses in ways
I cannot command,
in ways I cannot dream of.
All new.
You born anew
- a zombie.
Anointed with a new name
but, Lo! the sound,
:footsteps on the landing, I know
your life 
your sins,
Brendan -
a new disciple. 

#newtogardening (part of fanfic project but also because I did this and am ashamed)

it was blue and saying sorry

in its way crying and letting

leaves fall from where its mouth is

it didn’t mean to, didn’t need them

its eyes like on a cartoon, squeezed

mouth open as I crushed its

middle in the tissue dry against

the moisture of its body

alkaline grey turning blue with

embarrassment and fear and I

killed it and it was only doing

nature

it was only being nature and I

drowned it crying turning blue

in bog water with bog paper

first burning the moisture

from its flesh.

and I squeezed its middle hard

I said you, you little fucker

you’ll think so in a minute

and he was crying in his way

and I took him to the toilet

and I dropped him in the water

knowing he would drown and

now he’s gone and I have killed him

and he was only eating seedlings

just an innocent eating seedlings,

that’s all he knew how to do.