New World By Carolyn Marie Baatz
Lost in a cold, dark world.
Over population is the norm.
Like cancer not letting go,
darkness consumes my home.
Strangers stalk my street,
barren souls underneath.
Zombies walking the earth
searching for new birth.
Bodies eroding into each
other, fire ignites within,
allowing new life to begin.
Summary
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