Why do we move to eat what we are not anymore?
Do we do it to regain our humanity?
Come with me dear brother seemed the dead thing to say.
We are hunger--we are fear. We will conquer the many.
The voice in my head not quite human enough to speak,
but know am ravenous and know must, must eat.
My soul is still here however not accessible, like a trinket in a
box and out of reach. Brothers my sisters walk side by side,
we are dead. We are alive. Animate and coming to infect the
others who breathe. It is they that are dead with one bite
they will be unchained. With no self-control--the senses are freed.
Sometimes we eat too much. Sometimes joined like roaches we provide
the one minded demon to wipe out Gods seed. We are coming;
we are marching. Wobble dolls of the creature race-- flesh rotted faces drip
dissolution…But alive—so alive—Do not kill us, join us if you do not want
to die. There is no expiration date. Nothing you have to wait on. Nothing you need
to do—except gobble up a banquet of the real walking dead. We a community
without war, a community without fear. We do ask be careful to take delivery
of one precious bite. And then run away. Run for your life.
Late Night Walk - Kaylene Humphreys
All the people in the streets!
hear them scream and shriek,
what’s this horror they see?
All the noise then silence,
hear the scratching and slow steps.
What’s this shocking thing?
Rotten flesh and gnashing teeth!
HAHAHA coming for me,
what to do you ask?
Roaring cars to escape,
why run let it come.
What else to do?
Let this zombie meal begin,
oh my dear didn't you see?
What else could i be?
Light is gone and now your done,
there is no where else to run.
what can you do?
Fear does run and crackle,
bones do break and shatter.
My new treat you see?
Fate has brought this horror,
bracing to the future.
Mysteries you believe?
Why this tale is true,
welcome to my zombie zoo.
Your the main course!
Why this is your fate,
welling to this place.
Your the meal!
Shivers down peoples spines,
which one next shall be mine?
flesh peeling, its to late!
shaking, falls, goes the gate.
now their free, watch then run.
This is their zombie fun.
So soon the hunt begins,
safety lost within forever.
No place to hide!
Sorry people I’ve gone to,
my ravenous eyes see you.
Now your mine!
My Friends and Me - J. Rodimus Fowler
From the darkness comes no light
Only the fear and dread of bite
As they shamble and huddle tight
The moans grow louder as they near
With fleeting peace and rising fear
The smells of death, the decay of years
The screams ring out, the fall of man
The final sounds from a final stand
The rotting dead now own this land
We were the brave, we were the free
The Devil’s seed for all to see
This graveyard Earth, my friends and me
Haiku “Flesh” – Rhonda E. Kachur
I love the feeling
Of flesh ripping from their bones
Makes a popping sound
My Zombie Girlfriend - Michael McCarty
It ain't easy dating
a zombie girlfriend.
When you kiss her
good night
you can taste
someone else.
It ain't easy dining with
a zombie girlfriend.
You make her dinner –
a bloody-red steak –
and she says,
"Gross! How long has this been
dead?"
It ain't easy making love to
a zombie girlfriend.
Are you just another
piece of meat?
Is she imagining you
with butter
melting down your back?
It ain't easy marrying
a zombie girlfriend.
Your matrimony ceremony
is a strange combo of
wedding, funeral and
all-you-can-eat buffet.
No, it ain't easy living with
a zombie girlfriend.
Sometimes love just bites.
Haiku #2 by Scott Emerson
Taking communion
Offerings of blood and flesh
Starting with your own
Swallow - Queenie Thayer
As a dusty west wind blows
The brittle tears on her face
Dried and hardened into shards of mirror.
No one saw her weep
No one knew
That inside that Goliath of stone and ice
Was a little girl weeping without eyes.
She kneels down and reaches deep
Penetrating past his ribcage
Hoping his listless heart
Still has the flavor of freshly-pumped blood.
Her cracked, decayed lips
Taste like worms and soil
One last reminder
That love dies when the flesh rots away.
With a hoarse voice she begs
While biting into a chunk of meat,
"Please...let me have my grief."
And with that, she chews his heart
And swallows regret.
Zombie Bordello - Rhonda E. Kachur
Tits and gore! We got em galore!
Late night action is our main attraction!
Graveyard chicks and Undead stiffs,
The price is right for one Hell of a night!
Come to bed with the Undead
Cause barely fresh is always the best!
We’ve got the girls that’ll make you hurl
And for added fright, they also bite!
And ladies too, we didn’t forget you!
Our boys will make you quiver, but they always deliver!
So come inside and have a good time,
But please wear a ‘sleeve’ or you’ll NEVER leave!
The Taste From Within - Eric Polk
I am dead
I am not me
I am bound
No longer free
Run from me
I am fear
Death's sight unfringed
Life's song sung
Their eyes have just widened
True visions haunting their steps
They don't relate
Just one immoral recognized
The one that kills and yields
Their way of life is hard and complex
Unlike my want
I draw towards the moving vessels in the west
Their cries arouse and attracts
Filling me with a sanctity
Living an eternal night
All the world is old
I will never remember a sunrise
I will never walk hand in hand in a garden
I live mind to mind
I live to feed
Slipping into unconsciousness
My gelid fingers tear their skin
The others scream into the howling rain
Flowing blood clouds my sight
Their weakened breath exhales fast
I dwell on holding their grey and white matte
r in my hands
I look at them so ardently
Yet, their soft substance feels too heavy
Why do I abandon my singular thought?
Can I not cry havoc?
Can I not pray for guidance?
Can I not pray for wisdom?
Disorder infects me
I look at the dying vessel
Did I leave my soul behind?
I stand silent
I am dead
I am not me
I am bound
No longer free
Threnody - Charlie Morgan
I stand before the kingdom of bones
cursed to wander humanity's ruins alone.
My eyes capture a canvas no artist could ever paint
an emporium of rot, grief and pain
The Earth, a haunted house where ghosts walk, hunt and consume their finds
Their lifeless moans, a dirge for mankind
They are death, the great equalizer
no longer do differences matter
We fade from life to the cold black
but very soon we will be back
The destructive, bitter souls no longer remain
The spiral of life has started again
A peace falls over the land
all it ever needed was the right helping hand
Haiku “Fast Food” – Rhonda E. Kachur
Hello delicious,
Why are you so hard to catch?
I just want a bite!
Night of the Living Dead: A Seussification - Nathan Hamilton
“They’re coming to get you Barbara,”
Johnny said with a grin
“They’re coming for you,”
He teased again and again
But his words, they came true
When a zombie attacked.
Smacked his head on a tombstone
And Whack! His head cracked.
Barbara, run for your life!
Barbara, run for the car!
But Johnny’s got the keys,
So you ain’t running far.
Pull the brake! Now the car
Rolls straight into a tree.
And the zombie’s still coming.
Barbara, you’d better flee!
Run to that farmhouse,
That one off in the distance.
There are ghouls, but don’t worry,
You’ll have some assistance
From Ben, who arrives
Tire iron a’ swinging.
He’s pinging, and zinging’
And stinging , and bringing
Down all of the ghouls
With a blow to the head.
‘Cause that’s the only way
To stop the living dead.
Ben starts barricading.
Barbara gets hysterical.
Her ranting and raving,
Is downright unbearable.
She tries opening the door,
And that’s the last straw.
There’s just one thing to do,
Yep, right cross to the jaw!
Thank God she’s out cold.
That girl’s rambling was endless.
With her out of the way
Ben can get down to business.
BANG BANG BANG goes the hammer.
Board this place up tight!
BANG BANG BANG, they won’t
Be munching on us tonight.
But who is this now
Coming up from the cellar?
It’s Cooper, a loudmouthed
Balding ol’ feller.
His daughter Karen’s been bitten
She’s down there with her mom
And a cute teenaged couple
Named Judy and Tom.
Cooper says “To the cellar!”
(turns out he was right)
But Ben disagrees,
And the two start to fight.
“I won’t go in the cellar!
I won’t go, you hear?
You can be boss down there,
But I’m the boss up here.
That cellar’s a deathtrap,
A deathtrap I say.
If those things get in here,
Then we can’t get away.”
Hang on, there’s a TV,
Find out where help is at!
But all they heard was
“It has been established that
The recently deceased
While the body’s still fresh
Are returning to life
And seeking human flesh”
But there are rescue stations!
Our plan is now clear.
‘Cause Willard is just
Seventeen miles from here.
Ben’s got a truck
But the gas tank is dry.
There’s a pump, and it’s locked
But it’s still worth a try.
'Cause if we don’t go now,
Then we just might be stuck,
So Tom, Judy, and Ben
Go to gas up the truck.
Ben shoots the lock off the pump
With a .22
(Don’t try that at home kids,
It’s a dumb thing to do)
But Tom’s spilling the gas.
Now they’re all out of luck.
‘Cause Ben’s torch blazes on
In the back of the truck.
Then the truck goes KABOOM!
And the kids meet their doom
As a barbecue
The living dead will consume.
With his truck now en fuego
Ben runs for the house…
Wait a minute,
Was that zombie eating a mouse?
Ben yells “Let me In Cooper!”
But he won’t, it’s no use,
So then when Ben gets in,
That’s when all hell breaks loose.
Cooper tries for Ben’s gun
And gets shot in the fight,
Zombie Johnny drags Barbara
Off into the night,
Karen munches on Daddy,
Who she’s disemboweled,
And stabs mommy again
And again with a trowel.
The boards start to give
And the zombies flood in.
Bolt yourself in the cellar
Or you’ll get eaten Ben!
Come morning, an army
Of rednecks with guns
Are hunting down zombies,
Shooting every last one.
And I really must say,
It looks like lots of fun.
Ben hears gunshots and thinks
Hooray! Help has arrived!
He comes upstairs, thinking
He actually survived.
But…
Through the window he looks
Just like the living dead
So the redneck takes aim
And shoots Ben in the head.
That’s the end of the story
Ben’s the last to expire
Our hero’s now just
Another one for the fire.
Where do we go from here,
As we watch mankind fall?
If you’re asking me, I say
We go to the mall.
Not Dead - Rhonda E. Kachur
What’s going on?
Where am I?
Why aren’t you answering me!?!
No don’t run,
I just want to ask you a question!
Goddammit what’s going on!
What was that!?!
Did you just shoot at me!?!?
Oh God, you’re trying to kill me!
What the hell’s wrong with everyone!?!
Why am I moving so damn slow!?!
And why do I feel so hungry?
I need to find my family.
They must be worried sick!
AH! There’s my car!
But where the hell are my keys?
I don’t feel so great
And I’m still hungry as hell!
Ok, I just need to drive home
Maybe a hot bath and a good meal…
What the fuck is in my mirror!?!
NO! This fucking can’t be right!
That can’t be me!
It can’t…
No, I’m Not Dead!
I’m Not Dead…
Not Dead…
Dead.
And now a special Flash Fiction tale by Cinsearae S., “The REAL Life of a Zombie”!
If you think being a zombie is fun, think again! I’d rather be a dung beetle trapped in a 500-year-old cow turd than be part of my fellow, living-dead brethren!
Everything about us is deteriorating--everything! Our eyeballs go bad and liquefy, we start to lose our hearing--and we are so beyond the awkwardness of human B.O.! Halitosis is heavenly compared to our breath! And for crying out loud, we get so freakin’ stiff, Frankenstein could beat us doing the limbo on any given day! No amount of Ben-Gay is gonna help soothe our joints. That also means no hot Saturday night dates--or any dates, for that matter, unless you’re the kind that’s into that type of stuff…(necrophilia anyone?) and even so, there’s no guarantee our decaying lower extremities will be in top working order, if you get my drift!
And, hey, contrary to popular belief---we don’t last forever. We’re decomposing, rotting corpses, remember? Nothing about us is ‘alive’. They call us living dead, because that’s exactly right--we’re living and dying at the same time! Hmm…pretty much how like you humans are, but not in such an advanced, shambled state as to have your skin covered in open sores, your hair falling out, your teeth breaking and chipping, your fingernails yellowing and peeling off, your stomach squirming with insect larvae…you get the picture.
Also, did you know that we glow when we’re submerged in murky waters? Yep, it’s a little-known fact. Because of our constant state of decomposition--after all, we’re nothing but walking incubators for maggots and other lively, wriggling critters--we still emit heat and other not-so-nice gasses. So, whoever thought it was funny to use our carcasses as underwater flashlights, SCREW YOU! I don’t appreciate being attached to the underside of pontoon boats, just so you idiots can track down alligators or whatever for your amusement! Underwater creatures have a field-day picking away at our putrefied pieces! I lost an eyeball thanks to one stupid fish that sucked it right out of its socket! That was my good eye, too!
And watching bacteria and other various fungi grow on you is the worst! One day my skin looks all fuzzy-white, and the next day it looks like someone threw up corn flakes all over me. Then, here comes those damn maggots again. ARRGH! Ever-changing skin texture as a fashion-statement? YOU make the call!
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