Frozen Farmland

Barren and BrightLil Corn StalksDrifting Snow Over Country Roads

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Finals Week

This is what being a zombie feels like.

Back curved under the weight of lifelessness,

hands awkward at my sides, swayless,

feet dragging

one

after

another,

stomach snarling for gray it-doesn’t-matter,

a low groan from my throat,

but the difference is

I can collapse

and sleep.