Tongue
Bit
Teeth set,
Say nothing
Out of line
With the norm,
Status quo,
Don’t rock the boat,
Itch,
Cough,
Sneeze,
All is fine,
Strain
To
Breathe,
Remove your mask
To show your
Smile
Unmasked
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Gaslit
Hot with anger
The memories hit
And I’m taken back
Back
Back to when I was
Grasping for strands of autonomy,
Staking my claim,
Vouching for
My
Self,
And
Gaping
For the words that will hold
That will make my reality
Real
To
Someone
Else,
And I am voiceless,
Gasping,
Begging,
Please,
To see,
What I know,
To feel what I feel,
Gaslit,
And now I know it,
And the feeling is of airlessness,
Oxygen depleted,
Would this be more real if I were bleeding?
I am ill,
See it plain,
Believe,
I know my body,
This sick,
It’s not just in,
A figment of,
A skewed creation
Of my brain
Resolutions
Bang! bang!
The ball dropped
And we are in a drunken haze,
Slurring speech about 2020–
The worst year possible,
Resolutions are irrelevant
When all we aim to do is survive.
Vaccine
I will feel the needles prick,
I have no choice in it,
My system is at a low,
Because of chemicals
On which I must depend,
Monoclonal antibody junkie,
My immune response on overdrive,
Put in check to survive,
This Covid-19 issue
I suppose is stress enough on any body,
Worries regardless of the beast,
My depleted white blood count,
Will attempt to protect,
But if it should be enough,
I cannot know,
I do not want to know,
But God forbid
I should decline
Any hope,
In any solution,
Obscene to deny those who’ve thus died in vain,
This I expose my vein,
Staring straight,
For feel the pierce of needle,
Side effects I know the drill,
Brave the worst,
Survive it,
Will,
No placebo
For this one,
Patience,
One patient
For the vaccine.
Apocalyptic Anticipation
I can’t bring myself
To do
The things I ought to do,
Even ought not to do,
Because I’m stuck,
In a groove of melancholic waiting,
Not really wanting,
Not knowing what to expect,
Or what to anticipate,
In a fast paced
Wait,
Idling in activity that seems so important,
Despite it’s triviality,
In apocalyptic anticipation,
For every moment
It is the end.
Burning Breath
I can’t breathe,
It’s allergy season,
A yearly occurrence
Yet still a fear arises,
With burning breath caught mid chest,
My mind fears another pathogen near,
That could further take my breath,
My life
Away
She of Letters 