Retail

I can't stand you.
All of your sunken in faces.
Your hollowed bones.
Your soulless shells of the people you once were.
Dark eyes.
Cracked smiles.
Blood spilling out from your rib cages.
Bugs crawling out from under your skin.

Shut up.

Don't bother me.
A girl of the living forced to work with those among the dead.
There wounds fester.
They spread.
The disease threatens to overtake me.
Coughing up blood.
"Shit shit shit."
Tears stream down my face.
Stumbling towards the mirror horror takes over.
The girl of the living has traded her soul.
Her days of the dead have arrived.

"Congratulations, you're one of us now."