On Zombie Avenue

He lived alone in a two-flat next to a graveyard on Zombie Avenue.

He hadn't seen his neighbor below for a couple of years. They used to hang together, but lost touch one forgotten day. He could still hear the goings-on through the shared heating vents in all the rooms. Contact remained, by one degree, through the black metal grates in the floorboards.

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A work in progress.

I Don't Want To Live This Life Anymore

I need to do something bold.
Make a change.
Send a ripple out into the Galactic River I'm drowning in.
Strike a hard 3-chord in my mind and ride the feedback.

A fish (Pisces) that does not move, dies.