Lockdown Travel Diary, Poetry

#34

After futile shifts
Hand sanitiser
Embeds in our rag nails
Becomes our perfume
Leaks angrily
Silently flows
A stinging path
Down cheeks
While we sit solitary
At the bus stop

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