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.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 11/20/2024 9:29:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.