When I first saw her I wondered the reason for her stare.
Nothing out of the ordinary but after a while you know, self conscious thoughts kick in.
Is there something on my shirt, does she notice how big my head really is.
Do I have a ****** that popped out to say hi.
Standing at the front door of hello and what the hell,
At this point I don't know if I waved to ease my comfort or hers.
My first impression was that she was tore down, the after effect of an avid pill popper, far too gone to realize how tore up she was. Xannies, Bars, Rolls
coming down from a pharmaceutical high
Kind of slumped over, standing there.
Lips quivering a muffled sound.
An impediment of sorts collecting her words as they spilled on the ground.
I walked over asking if everything was alright, I mean after all I couldn't just leave her there fumbling about.
Then out of nowhere I heard everything I couldn't hear before
Every word lunging at me making it perfectly clear that she wasn't living in her head nor was she just standing there integrating herself, eyes rolled to the back of her head.
In retrospect, I should have paid more attention to the lack of arm she was missing.
**** zombie

Dreams are a learning zone
Full of multitude and form
A nightmarish of classes
Passes, cases of books

The library is a showcase
Patterns of faces and races
Sprinkles and tastes of colour
A forever buzz of the day

The end of term flaunts
Gaunt of overpass and dance
Papers and pens are the street
The corridors scream of trash

It's clean up , of the **** up
Reports and targets challenge
The students are an interchange
A bridge of liberty and trade

As the night haunts,dark evades
The zombie awakens in a room
An abandoned building of flight
The old weary woman chases

A race of fear, as the dear ages
In cronies of spaces after me
Eyes meet, ear neat, miles meet
Legs reach, hands swing,hair sweep

The prolonged zombie haunt
A maze of the unknown past
In haste of hate and thunders
As the flashing light rescues

Its slow... SNAP! Something cruel approaches.
This undulating creature that makes her retch,
Its coming closer, beneath its skin: worms and roaches,
Saliva like tar, claws splintered and ready to etch
Your name on blistered floors in gruesome blood,
He'll leave you empty, insides pressed in mud.

Hear it now... that twisted groan.
These crooked corridors are not home.

A N D
Nothing
Determined
                      Her value more
                      Than an injection-
                      Of opiates...
                                            In binary form.
It was a sad day for that lonely narcissist
When her battery decided....
                                             To toil no more.

Friendless and hungry, once again. I stroll through the sullen, lonesome streets of suburbia and consider the faded footsteps beneath my own. I remember the early days, when food was plentiful. When the threat of death brought the world to life. Last songs filled the air, sparking thrilling sensations in lost wanderers. Like me. The world moved too fast, and we slowed it down. Now it doesn’t move at all. My friends blame it on the  hunger. I blame it on the heat, which I search for still. The burning warmth of life. Just to grasp for a moment. Before the starvation takes over and the cold comes back in.

So, I stagger along, dragging the unfortunate mask of death with me. The prospect of food is long gone. Along with my friends and their empty company. The leaves dance in the wind, though I can’t see them in the dark. Their music makes me sad and lonely, until there is a light. Shining through a far off window. It guides me forward as the world becomes a blur. It is the heat. It is hope. And I can feel the warmth already. It takes hold of me and for a moment, I can feel life again. I can almost taste it.