I vomited out my brains last night. I vomited them out this morning as well. A thick green, stringy fluid billowed about in the pool as every pore on my body constricted and then sweat. My head pulsed and I felt that I could die.
My time with the zombies...
my time with the zombies
flew by with stiff arms and the rich
intoxicating aroma of putrefication
my body eroded to soft tissue of uncaring
and the streets were vacant everywhere I went
never was I to see the sun
nor was there a sun to be seen
in the coarse asphalt bed I lay
wondering how the trees hadn't given up yet
I ate little things,
little things without eyes
at least that's how I remember them
there was no air there
and without air
no time
and that's how I remember
my time with the zombies
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