by Samantha Todd
A pandemic of worry
Burns symptoms in my chest
My overthinking brain
And my hyperventilating lungs
They give me no rest
To the deep dreams of the night
That replay the same footage
A broken record of a birthday chant
Each hour on repeat
Each day loses its name
Can I call this a day? Or is it now night?
I shouldn’t care as long as I’m alive right?
Blinds drawn to blind me from reality
Packages sterlized with fear of uncertainty
My safety goggles, my surgical mask
With everything shut tight so that not a single
Drop of sputtering, coughing information
Infects me or my peaceful ignorance
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