The Dead Are Hungry

A free-for-all frenzy.

Rotted hands like shovels,

Digging ditches in flesh.

Handfuls become mouthfuls.

Mass consumption.

A barbaric buffet.




Stretching in every direction.

Skin is pulled,



Screams of agony.

Rain of crimson.

Fresh stains streaked across the floors,

the walls,

the ceilings,

the world.


Nothing remains but remains.

Inside out human husks,

Discarded and shredded

Like candy bar wrappers left behind

By messy, maniacal children.

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