My body is far to warm
No matter how little hair is touching my head,
How many layers of clothing I shed
Or how much I avoided the sunlight
I still felt to physically hot to function,
I tried to write to distract myself
But I couldn't stay in one place for too long
Which made writing nearly impossible,
I was tempted to take a cold shower
Just to chase the heat away
But I didn't want to waste the water
So I overheated and remembered the older days,
The days of my childhood
Where I was constantly overheating’
Back when blankets were banned from my bed
And starting today I vote I bring the exile it bac
Because sitting here, with a window wide open
In nothing but a spaghetti strap and underwear
Unable to cool off no matter how I try,
Is essentially my version of hell
So from here until it is cold enough,
Warm things are strictly prohibited from my bed,
Unless it is to ease monthly pains
May this stay until the cooler moth’s return,
And may they return quickly.
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Wednesday, May 6th (52nd day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
