‘Hello!’ Riding free on the O of that hello is a hundred million monsters, marauders of my lungs, charging at the speed of kill, each a crowned king, crashing, dissolving the gateway of my eyes, skin, nose, attacking my insides, slaughtering my living cells
I crouch, I cringe, I cry, behind my man-made mask, alone in my super sanitized isolation, silent screams sinking any hope of survival, bereft of the solace of another human soul.
as the end begins
crimson claws of letting go
clasped tight in prayer