In this land, the Disease runs rampant
A mask is worn by each person to prevent contamination
A cardboard face, a paper mouth, a blindness has enveloped
This world that we are living in no longer knows the difference
I tied myself a plastic bag so tight around my neck
It hurts to breathe, I cannot see, but sickness stays in check
Contamination spread to me, my one form of containment
Is slowly suffocating me, I do not dare to break it
A man with quite the poker face, pulling at my disguise
He sees right through the plastic hell and straight into my eyes
He lifts my mask and wipes my tears with one soft, gentle hand
He holds no fear, immune to the Disease within this land
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Random Short Stories/Poems
RandomWARNING: May be disturbing or graphic This will contain short stories and poems that I write just because! Some will be horror, some sweet, some just plain weird
