Does this look Infected?

I wrote this sestina in creative writing in 12th grade. My proudest piece of work. If you don't know what a sestina is..PSH!! look it up!! And that's not just because i can't remember what it is myself. (ok ok. It has something to do with using the same last words of each line for every stanza. in this case: zombies, curtains, devour, glowing, garden, and chicken.) Anyways, its not that important.


Last summer, we were visited by a family of zombies
They tore open our door like thin curtains
And proceeded to the kitchen to find food to devour
Against the darkness, their white teeth glowing
Like daffodils in a midnight garden
And ate with vigor our pet chicken.

My father, sister, and I were chickens.
We stood watching in the living room like zombies,
Trying to figure out how to get into the garden
without them glancing past the curtains.
Passing up the chance to see their red eyes glowing,
We snuck behind the couch as they continued to devour.

Was there even enough food for the whole family to devour?
I thought as they tossed out the bones of the chicken.
The fridge lay open, glowing
Just like the eyes of the zombies
But as tall as the curtains
We were hiding behind as we snuck into the garden.

And I thought of Eden and its garden
And if we’d never make it out undevoured
How we would pass through death’s curtains
As easily as plucking a chicken
And leave behind the undead zombies,
Our wings forever glowing.

We wouldn’t worry about the iridescent glowing
Of the undead disturbing our garden
For in heaven, there are no zombies
Only endless rivers of wine to devour,
Animals of all kinds, unicorns, squirrels, and chickens
Hanging over us like furry curtains

At times we’d separate the curtains
And welcome the endless sun’s glowing
Calling to our friends as if they were our chickens
Wandering happily in our grandma’s garden
Looking for worms to devour.
But back to the zombies.

We never made it to the garden past the curtains
Our glowing fear made us easy targets to devour.
And we became dessert after the chicken entrée for our visiting zombies.