Published in The Pilgrim, Issue 6, Autumn 2020.
The second-hand smoke engulfed her.
They had created such a large mess,
Emptying their pockets in her deep blue flesh.
She gave them her everything,
Only to receive much less.
Yet they thanked her with the gift of their selfishness.
As her whole world turned sour,
She felt empty inside.
They would all feel sorrow,
As the world watched her demise.
She came back strong,
Expecting their cheers,
Only to find out
They had disappeared.
She wondered and wondered
Where they had hid.
She found out this was their doing,
Seeking shelter from Covid.