Sarah Losner
Infection
the world is infected
even I am not immune
although I wash and
pray and nourish and
rest I feel in my heart
and in my head that
we are not safe and
my palms sweat and
my heart races and I
feel as though I am
going to combust into
a thousand tiny shards
of glass because I am
stuck inside and have
not seen another human
in five days and my
family won’t see me
and I can’t go into
work or take the train
or step outside without
fear of the unknown
and fear of judgement
and fear of infection
Sarah Losner received her MBA in accounting in 2017. Although she works in the business industry, she spends he free time writing short stories and poems. She is currently working on her first novel.
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