Dead Woman

The walker never stops oozes hot dripping flesh , rotten teeth ,rotten tampon , rotten new life. Now she walks with no goal in mind of where to go , only the flies that follow her have a goal the smell and the taste of rotten flesh so they follow on wherever she goes. She walks alone , never sleeping there is no need, never feeling there is nothing left to feel . Only To Feed Oneself Has Become the quest. Starving and alone it walks alone. She walks alone.