Cup forgotten on sill, coffee cold.
Lashing pitter, clouded panes. Fog envelops an apartment. Haze on the ceiling. Real or mood?
Angry desk, pages damp, curled, pushed aside. Bright project, slow demise. Promise denied. Low coughs echo in a next room.
Friends, where? Cheating taxes, homeschooling, hunting sidelines, sewing masks. Pet eyes entreat. Why are you here, let’s go out. Again. Again.
All screens are portals for doom. Cinch blanket around soft center and see through walls. There’s no one. Another piece of cake would be nice.
The door chime. Hope of hopes! No. Ordinary sparrow in the yard, protesting in song. We’re all dying. Don’t forget!
Time to sleep. All alone; I know enough.
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Teri LaBuwi
Teri LaBuwi is a talented multi-media artist, writer, and poet from Northern Virginia, where she has also made a name for herself as a successful real estate broker and consultant. Some of her works are displayed online.
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