what I learned from zombie porn

wasn’t what I expected. It wasn’t
anything new, no new expression. It wasn’t
severeld limbs in various orifices, or eating
a lover after the act is done. If anything,
it was far less interesting than ordinary
porn, people in bad makeup, stiff
positions; the moaning was comically
dead. There was fake blood. Little
else was there, but the stigma
of having you find it on my hard drive.

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4 responses to “what I learned from zombie porn

  1. Or maybe
    I wasn’t meant to laugh at that.
    But it made me smile.

  2. It is funny, that’s the thing about zombie porn

  3. katie

    i eat zombies for breakfast.

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