This chapter is a poem written by Lizzie Read during the third week of quarantine.
Flicker, flicker
Dash- Dot. Dash-
Between the little houses
Communication flashed
'Are you there?'
'Are you okay?'
'Tell me, please, what you're doing today.'
We feel so alone
We are trapped inside
Whispering, Dash- Dot. Dot.
While under covers we hide
Send forth your beacon
Cry forth your call
Because no one, nowhere
Can see your fall
You sit in your corners
Alone with the lights
But you keep up your hope
All throughout the night
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The Fear Behind the Mask: a COVID-19 story
Non-FictionThis is a story about the experiences of myself and many others during the coronavirus epidemic of 2019-2020. This story is far from over, but maybe if I can share our thoughts, feelings, and experiences it will help other people to understand our...
