This pandemic has made me stop talking.
Has frozen my thoughts from being born.
Has stifled my creativity.
Has wrapped me in familiar trauma drenched bandages, made new.
It’s covered my eyes.
It’s muted the taste on my tongue.
This pandemic
has washed
up
and over
and through Me
diluted
me
I
don’t remember how to exist beyond the hours
of the similar days
I
don’t know…
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