This piece will be included in my upcoming novel, Phobia. The book is about an agoraphobic who feels safe and secure inside her house. To her, the outside world feels like a zombie apocalypse. When creepy shit starts happening in her home, she has to decide which is scarier - the inside or the outside?
Agoraphobia
Zombies at my door again
Scraping, clawing to be let in
Can’t they see I’m happy here?
In my sanctuary, safe from fear
Oh, no! Now they’re trying to phone
Zombies, please leave me alone!
I don’t have advice for you
Can’t you see I have questions too?
It’s clear these zombies just won’t quit
I guess it’s time to give them shit
Grab a shotgun; grab some ammo
Smash a window and go BLAMMO!
Each time I fire a head explodes
But still the zombies line the roads
The only way to make them go
Is make peace with my relentless foe
Agoraphobia
Zombies at my door again
Scraping, clawing to be let in
Can’t they see I’m happy here?
In my sanctuary, safe from fear
Oh, no! Now they’re trying to phone
Zombies, please leave me alone!
I don’t have advice for you
Can’t you see I have questions too?
It’s clear these zombies just won’t quit
I guess it’s time to give them shit
Grab a shotgun; grab some ammo
Smash a window and go BLAMMO!
Each time I fire a head explodes
But still the zombies line the roads
The only way to make them go
Is make peace with my relentless foe