Oct 14, 2014
individual zombie
She was shuffling feet in the crowd
moaning for brains kinda soft, not loud,
but in her empty heart,
in her empty chest,
she wanted something more.
She was ambling legs in a slow mob
groaning for flesh with sigh and a sob,
but she felt so hollow
she hated to follow
she wanted something more.
So one day she veered to the right
she stumbled and bumbled into the night
she left the crowd,
the dull mumbling loud
and gained a tiny sliver of hope.
(kindly suggested by my friend Sean "a zombie's quest for individuality")
