The sad and the mad
martina.raponi • March 17, 2020
Coping exercises during quarantine
The gates of slowtime opened. I tentatively step through them, followed by all the demons that hid underneath my bed and behind the curtains during the hectic times of constant business. They never left, I just didn't see them.
Quarantined, they all sit at the table where I thought I'd be by myself, claiming their drinks, wanting to hang out and have a chat, remembering the good old days.
Do you remember the good old days? *lights cigarette*
The wounds open. *puffs at cigarette*
The wounds open. *puffs at cigarette*
They rub them in. *exhales out*
It's feast time.