Allison Pardieck - Living Dead

Throat aching from infection
An unbearable confliction

Eyes sunken into the darkness
Sealed like a late heiress

Skin streched numbly over my neck
My eyes empty of every fleck

My lungs are dead from hacking
Empty thoughts are shacking

Still fingers, too weak to curl
Wind causes hair to unfurl

Though I am dead a million times over
I continue to walk as a rover

My skin brittle and cold as ice
My soul is 7 on 6-sided dice

Allison Pardieck

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