Statistics bombard
numbers infected and deaths
surreal serene
by Scooj
Statistics bombard
numbers infected and deaths
surreal serene
by Scooj
Bloody massacre
slow hours, minutes and seconds
writhe in agony.
by Scooj
.
Waiting for a bus,
for the summer, for a death;
I’m always waiting.
.
by Scooj
.
Four minutes only
seventeen syllables to
contrive; here we go.
.
by Scooj
.
Steely blue cold seat
at the station; leg relief
but rather cold bum.
.
by Scooj
Inexorable
my time in time will come, but
will I welcome it?
by Scooj