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They quarantined the house, sealed up the doors, and refused to let us out.
Quaranteen
by Grey Klees
It's dark, and I'm afraid. Afraid that I'll never see the light again, not even at the end.
I Miss
by Hailey Thomas
The helmet sticks to my brow with sweat
My fingers cling to strips of leather
Covid Thoughts
by Lara Abreu
Walking outside
Heads turn away as we pass Masks hide our strained smiles Latex covers our hands
The Green Room
Grey Klees
Theater kids are a bit too loud to mix with the rest of the cafeteria dwellers, so
our fortress is sacred.
Mother Flower
by Jazmin Almeida
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Leaves sprout from brick and mortar/Hitherto they drearily hide
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