Coronavirus Art and Poetry
SCARED I’m scared of this “new” Coronavirus I can’t see it, hear it, or feel it. Sneaky thing – your droplets rest on surfaces when a person coughs, sneezes, or exhales. I can’t touch my own nose, eyes, or mouth. You’ve made me afraid of people now! I’m scared to stand close to anyone lest they breathe on me. They feel scared to be close to me too. Breathing ...