The taste of algae and defacation on my tongue as I awake; eyes open in pitch black.
One eye is blind.
Water, it feels like;... Yep. I swim for the surface and break into a full moon night, working to breathe in the putrid smell of the marsh. Lungs full of water, how am I alive?
Reaching for my chest, where skin and flesh should be whole, I FIND a hole. Checking myself, I scream, yet only a ragged moan and a whistle of air escape the mouth through a missing jaw.
What flesh remains is green and rotting from infection, flesh hanging from bone. The blind eye, isn't. Nothing in the socket at all. Reaching in deep, something snaps closed on my finger; I pull it out along with a crayfish and some algae.
Hellfire! I'm a zombie? Well, ain't that something.
I lean back against a tree, and listen to the frogs and crickets and the buzzing of mosquitoes for a few minutes; forcing sizable amounts of water out of anguished lungs.
I wander through the swampish hell and come across an old bridge, following the path til I reach a signpost: Rotwood, Louisiana; 1 mile.
Author notes
I pulled the name of the town out of my - out of the air.
A contest entry
- Give Me Macabre Horror by WitchyCatWoman.
700 points, ended September 1, 13 entries
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Accepting all donated body parts... I gotta eat too, you know.
Comments
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i love the feel you have in this poem. scary bit of horror here thanks for entering.Have a great day.
Cat
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well done
I like, this is a most unusual and vivid piece. That background you chose gave credence and life to your words. Nice touch about the crayfish in the eye socket. Only one thing, in the last lines you should change wonder to wander as I take it that is what you actuaaly meant.
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Appreciation
Thank you so much for the typo reminder; mate. It's been a long time since I last posted any thing; I've been caught up elsewhere for so long.
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