Blank
As a white sheet of paper
Empty
As a vacated room ready for demolition
Blank pages
Empty spaces
Black life
Hollow shell
A caged soul
A wrecked ship
A disembodied being
What's left worth saving?
She stares
She petrifies
Hollow sad globe eyes
She speaks
Skunks have nothing on her
Stench of death she reeks
She's a walking corpse
An apocalypse that can't be stopped
The virus has spread
Faster than the oxgen you inhale and the carbon (IV) oxide you exhale
She's a ticking time bomb
Who'll bring down 100square feet of those around her
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