there's
a strange concoction of
repulsion
and
disgust
as
hollow eyes peer
back to me.
it won't be long
before i am
coughing
the mutated name
i will have acquired,
choking on the
sound
of who i am
turning into,
the pallid cage
of what i was
and what i
should be.
i am the walking dead,
atrocity embodied
of what can happen
when
apathy
goes
unchecked.
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