20 August 2014

Fibonacci : Coimetrophobia




Big breath

They're all dead

Bodies in the ground

Headstones marked with each of their names

Clouds are rolling in, turning daytime into nighttime

Rain starts to fall, thunder begins to strike, ground becomes muddy, there's movement from inside

Standing, soaking wet, we can't believe our eyes, we watch in disbelief, the dead have come alive, crawling out from their graves, hunger in their eyes

Frozen stiff we,couldn't move; the last thing on our minds was we're going to be zombie food and there was no place for us to hide, somewhere in our heads we heard the moans and swiftly did our feet go while our hands did wave our good byes

Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince

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