Dead Memories

. . . I remember . . .

a panic stricken morning,

something was wrong with the dead,

they decided they were living,

hungry for what's in our head.

. . . I forgot . . .

to barricade the door one night,

mind numb with exhaustion,

awakened to a frightening sight,

my own evisceration.

. . . I remember . . .

the bites coming from all around,

fighting against eminent demise,

flailing wildly on the ground,

trying to escape from soulless eyes.

. . . I forgot . . .
what it was like to be human,
and all that that entails,
having the love of a good man,
and enclosed entrails.

. . . I remember . . .
joining the search for brains,
a hunger never satiated,
masticating any human remains,
the worst fate ever contemplated.