Isolation Tank by Susan Richardson
We are strangerscarrying death notes in our teeth,warding off the evils of a rampant virus. Two meters and a galaxy apart,be sure not to speak,not to breathe,not to cry. behind his maskhe is an open handsunlight filling a cold roomlaughter first thing in the morning behind my maski am an isolation tanka storm inside an enforced shelterchaos in the eye of a bomb We are … Continue reading Isolation Tank by Susan Richardson
