Used Casket: The zombie poem

Free verse, no pattern.

The lifeless being of which I am

has broken through the darkness,

much like my newborn self had done.

Dirt caresses my fingers. It crowds

my rotting, peeling skin. My bloodless

veins are so visible. Dizzy, my broken

and wilted eyes need a moment to adjust.

More of them, like me. I stumble towards

them, limbs week. We are hungry, and need

what we once were to survive. My rotted

teeth need blood stop the awful feeling that

resides so deep in my stomach. The feast has come

to order. We have arrived.

 

 

Reviews

[Celtic Cat]

Righteous! I love a good zombie flick and this was even better! Getting to actually see the world through the zombies eyes was quite interesting and fun. Excellent read!!