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Feb 2021
down
as my *****
to my stomach. With Covid,
the stocks took a plummet.

Everything backs
up
as the drain
in my tub. The acid
in my esophagus is thick
as a hippopotamus. And the line
into the store is a mile
from the door!

Everything slows
down
as my bowels. It *****
as Iā€™m older. No pun, but my metabolism
can stand a motor. And my life's
put on pause. This virus
made new laws.

Everything speeds
up.
Time is escaping. But the death toll
is breaking me. We're making
history!
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
95
   Seranaea Jones and MJL
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