I S O L A T I O N

Outside the world is disappearing. The city hides from me behind fog. 

It's weirdly quiet, I wait for people to pass in the distance. 

There they are. Apocalypse isn't here, yet.

A security light blinks on. 

So slow, so detached. 

I wonder, what is it doing to my insides? 

I feel so lost, my head full of wool.

Outside. 

My head aches dully, things tumble out of it that 

I have not thought of in years. even decades. 

Like this virus is travelling through me,

dislodging things as it goes. 

But I feel lucky. 

Because what? So, 

My brain aches, it hangs heavy.

As though suddenly I'm aware of its weight. 

My stomach churns. I struggle 

briefly with my breath.

As though I just reached the scenic part

of a hill climb.

stopping to take it all in. 

I'm lucky.

Breathe. 

It's only been three days.

But I have no voice.

Outside.  

You talk about your stress. You see only 

As far as your own discomfort.

Apparently not imagining 

How it feels to be stuck, voiceless 

In isolation.