The animal walks around it’s home
in view of everyone.
Everyone comes to gawk and stare.
They feel safe by the glass,
and are joyous as it moves about.
But when the animal gets too close
to the edge of it’s exhibit
everyone takes a step back,
They think the animal is dangerous.
But it’s not going to hurt them.
I’m not going to hurt them.
I can’t hurt them anymore.
But yet I am still an exhibit
Better not get too close.
I had the coronavirus.
I could have fucking died.
But I didn’t. I survived.
Just for everyone to
ignore me and
to treat me like I did.
What I think:
I had the virus.
I could have died.
What they think:
You had the virus.
You could still make me die.
Isn’t it funny how
concerned you are now that
if I go to the store,
I could catch an illness
and die,
but yet
where was this concern when
an illness was inside me
making me want to die
the last nine fucking years?
The wind howling and banging
against the sides of this house
is enough to distract me
so that I forget that if
life was fair, I’d be packing
for a trip I was meant to
go on a week from today.
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