Zombie Life
My face is tired looking.
They tell me that.
I’m like a zombie, except I have health insurance.
Meds should help.
But I’m claustrophobic.
The pill bottle I’m in is getting full.
Can zombies have feelings?
Can zombies get depressed?
I would look it up, but my hand is decaying.
I have a beautiful life here.
My family, my car, the sunny sky.
I have a brain too.
I just don’t think it’s mine.
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