The Reanimated
 
It was one of those things people rarely see.
The festering flesh of one recently deceased,
Crawling out of the dirt before me.
Glassy eyes void of any expression,
Almost like a porcelain doll's.
Soulless, yet still able to track your movements.
Rotted skin falling off in several areas,
Revealing dried bone and damaged tissue.
Clothes that have lost all their color,
And instead carry the stench of death.
What is left of the creature's internal organs
Nearly spilling out of its abdomen,
That has decomposed to near nothingness.
 
The monster before me
Forces its damaged vocal chords
To bring its call out to the open.
 
 
"Hey Carl."
 
"Hey Steve."
 
"Want to go grab a beer?"