February 4, 2010


Posted in poems tagged , , , , , , , at 3:50 am by Mark

The decrepit flesh that haunted the animated marrow
Of a beast that had been too human, now reeks
From an undead decay and is nourished by bones
Of a friend who fell victim to the monster’s onslaught.
Who knows why, but it craved the taste of living skin
That was flush and tense with adrenaline and blood,
As the shotgun I held was racked, and then spit lead.
The goo of a lover’s brain, long lost,
spurted out its skull
But the eyeless horror
Placed another foot forward.
I screamed
As it trembled
And fell dead.


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