Wednesday, March 14, 2012


3 o'clock in the morning
A zombie walks past me
Stops and looks at me
Loud stench
Walks with a limp
Eyes red
Missing teeth
Hair missing
Clothes torn
Grunts for no reason
Body makes sporadic jerks
Neck twitch
Head tilted
He sees me
A victim to prey
I couldn't get into my car in time
He speaks to me
Slurs so bad
I was surprised I understand him
Then he ask me
"Do you have any change on you?"

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