Zombie Apocalypse
Orla Fay
The shiver of horror creeps up my bones,
silence falls in the earth.
Beggars stop and fall to the ground.
For they have come.
Dark shapes in the shadows emerge,
slimy blackened fingers rip throats to shreds.
Moth eaten clothes with a worn sensation,
sleepless faces contorted by others.
Bloodshot eyes stare at me,
arms stretched out they stumble towards me.
Nothing I say or do can stop them.
They are forever.
I walk towards them waiting to embrace death,
then everything goes black.