Chicano Poet

Friday, May 16, 2014


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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