I'm just standing, staring at the broken glass on my lonely walls. I'm standing still but my heart is shaking, my head is beating, my blood is walking, my air is running. I'm gaining control but my image is foggy. I'm all alone, lonely with my lone walls.
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"He's sick, get him out of here."Tyres! Charcoal! Fuel!" "Burn him, kill him". "Run for your life! Save yourself!" "He'll infect us, we will all die, kill him." "Take him away, don't kill him!" "Gather the stones, we will leave once he dies." "Let's do it in the Moonrise, we'll have nothing to loose then." "He's infected."
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I can't get this voice out of my ears, I can't feel my brains, my head is thumping. If I could only get to know why I deserved this tribulation. If only I could know why they wanted to kill me.
It all started some weeks ago, from my trip to The New Zealand, a country infected by the dreaded CP-720 virus. Everything was normal back home unlike the outside where millions were infected and millions were dying. The public transport was still operating as normal, airlines were still flying in and out of the State, railways carried commuters to their maxima. It was a time-ticking missile waiting to deploy. It would normally take 4 weeks for the symptoms of the virus to start showing , varying from bleeding in the eyes and ears, high fever, dry coughs, boils on the bodies (leprosy-like boils), loss of hair, difficulty in breathing : Ebola and Covid-19 like symptoms. Majorly being transmitted through shaking hands, exchange of body fluids, including sweat as well as intercourse. I was just landing into my home state from a Hotspot and no one checked on me or bothered to see to it I was in quarantine.
Fast forward, a blue moon later, Augustin, my colleague at work started showing signs of the
CP-720. Dry cough and some boils, got me thinking that I could also be infected.We had shared seats during our flight, had used the same means of transport all over during our trip to the San Poute Hospital. Being, experienced physicians and researchers gave us a chance to enter one of the best labs the World has, The Anti-Filacop, and from my glimpse, this was a disaster in the making. A generative virus mutating faster than the build up ration of strongest lymphocytes.
It all started some weeks ago, from my trip to The New Zealand, a country infected by the dreaded CP-720 virus. Everything was normal back home unlike the outside where millions were infected and millions were dying. The public transport was still operating as normal, airlines were still flying in and out of the State, railways carried commuters to their maxima. It was a time-ticking missile waiting to deploy. It would normally take 4 weeks for the symptoms of the virus to start showing , varying from bleeding in the eyes and ears, high fever, dry coughs, boils on the bodies (leprosy-like boils), loss of hair, difficulty in breathing : Ebola and Covid-19 like symptoms. Majorly being transmitted through shaking hands, exchange of body fluids, including sweat as well as intercourse. I was just landing into my home state from a Hotspot and no one checked on me or bothered to see to it I was in quarantine.
Fast forward, a blue moon later, Augustin, my colleague at work started showing signs of the
CP-720. Dry cough and some boils, got me thinking that I could also be infected.We had shared seats during our flight, had used the same means of transport all over during our trip to the San Poute Hospital. Being, experienced physicians and researchers gave us a chance to enter one of the best labs the World has, The Anti-Filacop, and from my glimpse, this was a disaster in the making. A generative virus mutating faster than the build up ration of strongest lymphocytes.
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My lonely walls are calling but the heavens are crying and my soul is mourning. I have flowing skin, no boils, working ears, normal eyes. No symptoms of the virus but the world and its
care-givers want to take my blood and roast my flesh. Despite my help to humanity and all improved medications I had done, it would go down, but this was not the way I thought I'd die, fire? Mob justice? Mass execution?
.. N.
ReplyDeleteIt's crazy how much energy we spend to avoid such topics while they really the ones that can set us free... But you went ahead and wrote about it... Maybe this are some of the effects of Covid-19 but people are scared to talk about it
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My pleasure,,, thanks for checking it out.
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