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.
Copyright © Heidi Koepsel | Year Posted 2016
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