It's a special day, yes it is.
I wander downtown, amid the debris, looking for something special. 5th Avenue never looked so good. Or empty. Looted windows still gave a gleam of hope.
Some Gucci, some Polo, some Yve. St. Laraunt. Even at Tiffany's, some "Ice" lying among the broken glass. She'll be pleased this anniversary.
Uptown to her now, dodging the undead, but not so hard this time.
She waits for me...
"Honey, I'm home", I cry from the doorway of our shelter. For 3 months now, enjoying ourselves, living the life God must have meant for us.
"Baby, I have something for you."
She stares at me, love and pleading in her beautiful eyes. She is so warm. So delicious.
It's our anniversary, and she is tied to the bed. The wound on my hand has stopped hurting now, 2 days since I was bitten by the chinese delivery guy missing an arm.
My wife. My love. My life. I have to honor her. It's our anniversary and she looks SO delicious, tied up and gagged there on our bed.
I honor her. I love her. I......