She said, “there’s nothing new here what I do here.”

she once felt alive as the green in spring

now she felt dead as the leaves in winter

her eyes had a lackluster gaze

her stride staggered

zombie walking

ennui has taken its toll

it replaced the blood in her veins

she glanced in the mirror

was there a cure for how she felt

zombie walking

she wanted to shed dead skin

push through the cracks

like a new blade of grass


be alive

no zombie walking

just walking