mother

on the phone, she says,
I'm sorry I wasn't better. I should have
stayed with your father.
I should have
stayed for you.

she says getting older is just
god's way of making you dwell
on how shitty you've been.
the days repeat like a song
stuck in your head. everyday
she sees herself leaving her daughters
with the man she no longer loved

and not looking back.

.not.tooth.nor.nail.

A point of contention, no doubt, but the issue of zombie defences always seems to be on the forefront of cautious minds. What really is the best way to protect yourself?
And if you ascribe to offence as the best defence, then what is the ideal weapon?

What does it say about a person?
I'd wager that the latter group would be in better shape, and would taste better.
Unless tender meat is your thing.
In any case, if you were a zombie, you would probably one the fit people on your side.

And to leave the question of offence in the air for a hot minute, I still maintain that the best plausible protection against zombies would be chain mail. Because ask yourself, what on a human body can really get through chain mail? Not tooth nor nail. In fact, you might be hard pressed to even disassemble the metal links by hand.
The argument goes that a group of zombies en masse could still rip you apart in theory, or maybe more realistically, smother you. But really, if you're up against such a horde, let's face it, you're probably screwed anyway.

No the only real question is how one pees from inside such a fortress.
I suppose you're just going to have to deal with some rusty joints if you want to make it out of here alive.