COVID-19 PTSD
Stapled lip-sewn hips. Stand for a second. Sick cycle carousel. Unwell. Wilt thou wilt? Drift and die. Bloom a lie. Nod off. Sloughed thoughts.
This post was from a while ago, but there are some days where the PTSD from COVID-19 still hits different...it was the note that started off the 2020s with a scream...it still echoes...

















