zombie infection

slack jawed, mouth breathing

useless slab of thick

meat just existing

brain scooped out, filled up

with cotton wool and

confusion. There, the

tickle and tang of

lungs now infected

a billion stars appear

with each volley of

infinite harsh sneezes

few things take effect

unguents, lotions

pills, sprays and eating.

eating everything.

nothing escapes the

constant hunger.

a few days elapse

and all is just fine

hell, a memory

it was just a cold

not the walking dead.

yeah, that’s what you think.