Waking Up Post Mortem

Waking up.

The vision is blurry.

My one good eye watches the ants scurry.

Sticky blood pooled and only half dried.

A part of me knows that the blood is mine.

Can’t feel my hands.

Did fingers just bend?

Don’t really care.

I know that these wounds won’t mend.

Feel alone…

Does a corpse need a friend?

Do I need anything so close to the end?

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Zombie Panda

[Emily B]

i see the scene, horror of horrors, everything is just too normal