The cutting stench
of rotting flesh.

Blackness engulfs
as massive slugde fills the nostrils
and empty sockets.

The maddened mind
of the putrefied corpse
rages.

Useless vocal cords -

A dull moan
fills its deadened ears.

Tossing and turning
in its evil and unwanted
repose.

Slicing purple satin
with overgrown fingernails.

Striking out
against hard oak,

As the clock
strikes midnight,
and yet another tombstone
is overturned.

-Kim Elizabeth

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"Rise" written by Kim Elizabeth. Copyright © by Kim Elizabeth.
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