All about the Brains

Zombies are feral, rotting beasts,
Yearning for only one thing. Evolution’s
X-factor, and
Wondering,
Voicing one concern over all others
Until they find
Their next fix.
Stymied by their
Rot deepening, festering,
Quietly reaching further within their
Putrid flesh.
Only one thing can satisfy their
Need, a
Massive hunger of
Legendary proportions that can only be calmed by
Killing and maiming those like they used to be.
Jaded to humanity and how
It first brought them forth,
Hungry now only for what they are
Going to search
For the rest of their days.
Evermore
Defined by their
Consuming need for
Brains, and will there always be some? It’s
All about the brains.





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Written for "Poetry Zombies: Dawn of the Dreck!"  [18+].