Zombies in the Rear View

DX7 flicker on the motel side. Juno 60 humming like

a war nine. You kiss me with a glitch in your code. I should've known.

Lipstick smears like a smear on the chrome. Eyes gone blank when you stare

at your phone. You shuffle through my memories, chewing on my bones.

Every promise in your mouth smells like graveyard air. I see the bite marks where

you never really cared. Zombies in the backseat reaching for my heart.

Hands on the wheel while the world falls apart. You move in slow motion,

hungry in the dark. Unfaithful women clawing at my scars. Zombies in the