Fragments

Zom B

I sat buried in a long forgotten box

as the air surrounding it gave life it was taking mine

my inner turmoil burned brightly

and my hands grew bloody trying to escape

my skin flew from my mortal bones

my mind only focused on one delicate thought

the thought of the feral hunger I fervently felt

the thought of the one thing to satisfy my effervescent palette

each thump and scratch at the box was futile

but with one thing on your mind nothing is futile

I was a shell, a husk, an outer core of my old self

I was no longer anything like me

I was them, they.

I was the immortal sight that made people flee

I was more than they could ever hope to be

I was, a zombie.