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..........
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