Ceci n'est pas un masque
COVID. It is an apple,
put there to prevent
the perfume of the
abyss from seeping in.
I am standing on its
edge, looking into
it, then I slowly turn
away. It's reverse
psychology. If I can't
see it then I am in-
visible. It can still
taste me, though. My
fear gives me away.
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