Im so Dead... Literally

I’m literally a dead woman walking… the grim reaper is my landlord and he keeps knocking, at my door. I’ve tried listening to people talking, but that doesn’t even matter cause I cant hear them… I’ve drowned them out because I’ve been sleepwalking… the grim reaper so close to my face, our lips were nearly interlocking.

The rent is due… but also the gas, electric and utilities just to name a few… I try to call the operator to get an extension or payment arrangement, but I just get left in the queue… but what else is new… these heavy thoughts running wild like animals in the zoo… they’ve been marinating for a long time like a well seasoned beef-stew… I’m a dead woman walking, but yet nobody seems to have a clue… I’m not sure if it’s because they don’t see the cues… or don’t know what to do… or simply doesn’t want your pain and misery to stick and attach like glue.

So yes, I’m literally a dead woman walking, a zombie with my eyes open… the eyes match of a dead person because there’s no hope in- them. Skiing has never been my thing, can’t you tell by how the slope is… so yes, I’m dead literally… and figuratively… personally, death has shown me the most chivalry. 

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Poetically charming. A dead woman walking and talking. Writing honest bits of truths that exist. Allowing Death to be so close almost a lover. Lovely read.

With love,

Matthew

[NelliKong]

Thank you for reading. Glad that you enjoyed the piece. Appreciate the feedback.