Nightmare
When she runs away from home
in her sleep
the zombies
walk along the railroad tracks
she ducks
into the darkened trees
her plastic sword
at the ready
the world has come to this
she whispers out loud
her clothes
a shadow of their former selves
her father and mother
torn apart by the hordes
her little sister
buried and risen from the dead
does the real world exist
face the facts she tells herself
as she dashes through the woods
on a moonless night
and when she wakes up
in her own warm bed
she longs
for the nightmare instead
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