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No crowding allowed,
No parties, concerts, or games,
To flatten the curve.
Damned to inertia,
Waiting for life to happen,
Can’t do the limbo.
Purgatory
creative writing
How I Despise Thee
Coronavirus . . .
How I despise thee,
For thy unpredictability,
Spreadability,
Longevity,
Mostly . . .
For causing economic instability
And excess mortality.
Keepin’ the Distance
Blue sky,
Mild temp,
6-ft. pole,
Walking responsibly,
Keeping the distance
Between you, me,
And COVID-19.
Christmas Trees
Natural or dressed,
Ready to spread Christmas cheer,
Express it with fir.
Mourning After
Days passed
Since that one night past;
Morning after was hard to bear
Until nothing was left to bare;
Your voice I can still hear,
Though you are far from here;
But I continue to wait,
As I carry the weight,
Knowing you said bye
That I can’t buy.
“I am always by your side,”
I heard you sighed.
Mourning Dew
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Sliding down my cheek,
Fresh tears fall,
First thing in the morning,
My own mourning dew,
As I think of you.
Mourning Glory
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Start of a new day,
Feeling like a stray,
Still mourning after,
No sense of next chapter,
My tomorrow
Scheduled for more sorrow,
Tremendous, glorious,
Hideously piteous
Pain sustained,
Until I’m drained
Of life itself,
Only then will be true farewell.
Wildfire
Surreal acceptance,
Time no longer the essence,
Only your presence.
As the fire burns,
Cures have diminished returns;
Reserve your concerns,
There’s no stopping me
From claiming eternity
Once my soul is free.
Devil May Care
The clock struck midnight;
You waited too long to leave,
and overstayed your welcome.
You’re now in my yard,
To greet the trick or treaters,
Oh, my little pumpkin.
Rules were laid out,
To go before 12 o’clock,
Or you become my jack-o’-lantern.
Yet you laughed,
Told me to chill,
Now your turn to be still.
Hump Day
Middle of the week,
Thinking ‘bout my travels to
Egypt and Jordan . . .
[Picture above was taken in Wadi Rum, Jordan.]
Karina Pinella 
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