in your head

So beautiful,
Because you can’t see the ugly,
Only want what you can’t have,
That’s why you cling to this version you created in your head,
She’s perfect,
Smart, sexy and only has eyes for you,
Only looked your way,
And she only existed in your head,
Blinded by your greed and lust,
You turned me into a monster
A slave to you, and your wants,
No longer caring about the damage and bruises,
So beautiful,
Because you choose to overlook the ugly you create,
And leave me to the corner
To nurse my wounds,
Clinging to what was once truly beautiful ad safe,

Text From Your Ex(s)

The text said, “Hey wyd?”

She stared at her phone, annoyed but not surprised he was texting her after all this time. Then again, she was never good at subtly. Or he was just fucking stupid.

She debated responding; if she did it would lead to another pointless conversation. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t hear from him for a while. Whatever, she shrugs as she throws the phone onto her bed; he’s not even worth it.

Her phone has been silent for at least twenty minutes.

Maybe she should answer—it was only polite.

She did always thrive on attention.

How to Survive the Zombie Apocalypse

Prompt: A satirical approach on something commonly found in popular culture, fiction, TV, etc.

How TO Survive the Zombie Apocalypse : A Step by Step Guide
By Kristen Corbisiero

Step 1: In the days before, take time to cut off the loose ends in your life—Call your sister, stand up to your dick boss and quite your job, finally eat at that new Brazilian restaurant. That way, when the zombies start emerging, you can feel better knowing you have no regrets.

Step 2: Call your mother. Tell her you’ll always love her, even when she becomes a flesh-eating zombie. Hang up before she can respond.

Step 3: Lock yourself in your apartment. Watch all movies pertaining to zombie apocalypses [Except those stupid rom-com ones. As if, Hollywood]. Buy all necessary supplies.

Step 4: When the zombies do start appearing, don’t panic. They smell fear. Calmly assess the situation and think rationally about what to do next…though you were never much of a planner.

Step 5: Close the doors and lock the windows—all that moaning and groaning coming from outside is distracting your thought process.

Step 6: Run next door and grab your neighbor— that is, if they haven’t been eaten yet. It’ll be lonely fighting off Zombies.

Step 7: Time to put your plan into action.
*Results may vary*

Step 8: Realizing that fighting off the zombies is not as easy as Hollywood depicted, rethink your plan.

Step 9: Realizing that you never thought of a plan B, sink to the floor in despair.

Step 10: Congratulate yourself for surviving this long. Embrace the life of a zombie. Call mom back; hope the love goes both ways.