Published in
Oct 28, 2020
Casualty
A pentina on life in 2020
I am struggling to breathe.
A ventilator is coming upon me.
I am spilling into darkness.
Suddenly I wake up cold.
I cough smelling smoke.
I look around.
I am lying in a pile of corpses.
Waiting for cremation.
I panic.
I realize I did not die of Corona...YET.