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The Zombie
Arienette Bell
There is a zombie,
He eats brains.
Covered in thick red globs,
And gleaming crimson stains.
He feasts on the living,
Trying to fill the void,
That death is giving,
His humanity is destroyed.
Rotten, pealing, yellow skin,
Sunken stoic eyes,
Searching for flesh, to sink his teeth in,
Following the flies.
There is a zombie,
He eats brains,
His life is sad,
Like a broken rusting train
That never made its stop.
Arienette Bell has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Arienette's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Arienette's latest works: