Crime Zombies Love Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Crime doesn't pay
A bittersweet means of survival.
Eating crumbs dangled from the
bottom of your lips.
From the crazy way you pick at my skin.
To the ridiculous way you stumble
Into everything.
You stole my heart, my mind,
My love.
I've become a shell of my former self
Minus the bottom half of my jaw
an accessory engaged to empty
Finger spaces &
Strawberry shakes topped
with what I hope to be strawberries.
I'll follow you anywhere.
Crime does.n't.. Urgggh