Windows shatter

glass flies everywhere -

They have arrived.

The zombies climb through the window

glass shards carving bloodless scratches

and I, only too aware of the blood pumping through my veins

and pounding in my heart,

wish for my parents' bed - the sanctuary

where I used to hide from the monsters and terrors of my dreams.

But no longer.

For the zombies are here

and with them, a whole slew of "no longer"s.