Undead
To the whiff of an entire horde
of the decaying undead, they stink.
You can't stand the rots
And flops towards reality..
Zombies drool all over everything
Imagining a scent so putrid,
but can't taste anything.
I hear zombies…
The groan of the undead,
the sound of them dragging
their body parts behind
them, the spitty hiss they make
as their decayed teeth,
yellowed and full of pulpy
bits of their own flesh, snap
as they try to bite you..
Their terrible hunger
evokes painful sounding moans
as they hiss and snap
at their meal.
Copyright © Cthe Freeman | Year Posted 2019
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