Her Eyes Were October
by Chantal Boudreau
Her eyes were October
With a harsh and chilly stare
Rejecting what I’d done
Her look letting me know it
Her eyes were October
With no April found in there
Don’t forget, don’t forgive
She would never move past it
Her eyes were October
With a suffocating glare
Punished me at each turn
I just couldn’t escape it
Her eyes were October
With a cold I could not bear
Needing warmth, needing love
I somehow had to claim it
So I brought winter to that gaze
Frozen death, end of days
Time bled away in liquid red
And now I’m truly free
I’ll find spring thaw in other eyes
No more ice, no more lies
The bliss of March, all fresh and new
That’s what I’ll finally see.
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Aside from being a long-time fan of the zombie genre via books, movies and now TV, Chantal Boudreau began her existence as a published author with a zombie short story named “Palliative” in an anthology called “Vampires, Zombies and Ghosts – Oh My!” published by Notreebooks. This was followed by the publication of several other zombie shorts: “Just Another Day”, “Waking the Dead”, “Escarg-0”, “Life and Undeath on the Chain Gang,” and “One Lonely Night” in the May December Publications’ anthologies “First Time Dead, Volume 1”, “Hell Hath No Fury” (all women writers), “Zero”, “Zombie Lockdown” and “Let’s Scare Cancer to Death” as well as “What a Man’s Gotta Do” in the anthology “Undead Tales” from Rymfire Books and “Deadline” in the anthology “Zombie Buffet” from Open Casket Press. She has done extensive research for her blog series “Chantelly’s Field Guide to Zombies” and a non-fiction article on Zomedy – the dark humour in zombie fiction. She is currently shopping a full zombie novel, Sleep Escapes Us, set in ancient Thrace and involving the myths surrounding the death god, Zalmoxis.
