June 8 -- Zombie poetry
Gray-green flesh-gobbling things
with scratching nails and gnashing teeth.
The smell of bitter(sweet) rot fills the air.
Overwhelming rush
of adrenaline
of hands
of teeth.
One bite and it's over.
YOU ARE READING
30 Days of Undead Summer
HorrorThis is a compilation of stories for @WattZombie's #30DaysofUndeadSummer! Every day in June I will be uploading a new short story, based on the prompts provided by the fine folks @WattZombie.
