Life as a Zombie: Back from the Undead

I really like zombies. Well, I will clarify. I only like the zombies from the movie Warm Bodies. This kind of inspired this story/ode/poem or whatever you want to call it.

My heart pumped blood

Then the cold crept in, snowflake by snowflake.

The Chill swirled around me until my heart felt nothing.

I wasn't dead.

Then like a sounding alarm, I felt Warmth.

But my heart still felt nothing.

Sunlight touched my dreams.

Dreams wrapped in purple silk.

The stars made the silk sparkle.

My heart felt the Warmth again

as we were dancing among the living.

We gazed at the stars below us,

but these stars had not fallen.

Warmth spread through my fingertips.

Warmth brushed my cheeks.

Warmth was close, I could almost taste it.

I wanted that Warmth.

The Warmth spread down my lips and into my heart.

My heart pumped blood,

blood that wasn't mine anymore.

I was again among the living.

The Chill was always in mind.

I could feel it at times.

Then the first snowflake fell...

I've always wanted to put a unique twist on this story. Yes, this is based on a real event I experienced not too long ago. The wording makes the story sound more tragic than it actually was but my English teacher has forever forced me out of my comfort zones when I encounter descriptions. I have no idea what this is classified as but I hope you gained some perspective. Maybe I will post the real story in the future.