Brainless Part 1 If Mobile Phones Were Human

Deep within the decrepit graveyard Alight by a circular moon Concrete creaks Gravestones crack Grotesque bodies rise in ghastly fashion. khaki grass crunches beneath gangling feet mechanical movements macabre murmurs and creaking bones march forward, famished. Crunch.... ..... Crunch... Crunch. filling darkened streets, crowding alleys, stalking backyards... Creak.. ...Crunch.. flesh, falls to the floor... Exposing... the gruesome grey, skeletal, Dearly departed, undead. Flocks of odious creatures Litter streets Masticating and munching unsuspecting society sheltered in the shadows you watch, blood drip from toothless grins As they siphon the essence of humanity A cadaverous finger slides slyly on your shoulder hair spiked on edge goosebumps grip your skin chills caress your spine Pins and needles nettle your flesh Slowly you swivel around turning, to face.......... book