“I wanted to smash and destroy, but here was another path for the storm raging inside me: to create.” ~ The Poison Thread“You are a sexy Zombie,” Voo said to the mirror, as she gently stitched a tear above her cheekbone. Too much pulling would pucker the skin, make her eye look and see funny. She was about to knot the last stitch, when her eyeball dropped out of its socket.Time seemed to slow, while Voo watched her startled eyeball roll towards the door, at the same time her roommate—a live girl—walked into the cabin.“Watch it!” Voo said, leaping to the rescue. But a squishy pop, and the horrified look on her roommate’s face, told her she hadn’t been quick enough.The live girl hopped out of her shoe. “Sorry. It came out of nowhere. I didn’t see—”“It wasn’t your fault,” Voo said, sighing. “Stop fretting. I will replace it.”“Thank goodness,” the live girl said, using an index finger and thumb to pick up her shoe. After wiping off the remains of Voo’s eyeball with a paper towel and flushing it down the toilet, the live girl added, “Zombies are so lucky. Your eyes fall out and you just get another. I would need surgery. Then there’s the pain. And, OMG, I don’t think I could survive the scars. Your kind is so brave. I just wouldn’t know…”The live girl kept spewing nonsense, but Voo had tuned her out some time ago. Her eye socket was throbbing all the way to the back of her skull. She was in no mood to waste tact on stupid.
for the Imaginary Garden (Art FLASH / 55), The Sunday Muse (#67), and Poets United (Telling Tales with Magaly Guerrero: a Pantry of Prose #6 ~ Stitches)
Emperor of the Dawn, by Quincy Washington