not alive
not quite dead
a rotting corpse
running the streets
crushed cellphone
on empty street
My teeth are rotting
I think I lost my eyeball
I don't know whose arm this is
but mine is gone
hungry not for the familiar food
that a human eats
I can hear a heart beating
my rotten form stumbles
Time to eat.

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