Angela and Becca are serving up a loathsomely lovely contest at The Bookshelf Muse. Just write some zombie haiku and maybe win a most awesome prize. I'm not telling what. You have to look for yourself.
This is the sort of contest you can sink your teeth into, really rip into it and decimate the competition. Or you could go for an odd juxtaposition of plum blossoms and rotting flesh. I'm just saying this throws the door of opportunity off its hinges.