Sweet Corona
written by: Dawn DeBraal
Ah, sweet Corona how lively you dance,
One moment in China, the next you’re in France,
One step ahead; we don’t know the score.
You dance with the rich but also the poor.
Behind closed doors, men cower in fear,
Placate the masses. “There’s no story here.”
The rumor is whispered on everyone’s lips
Is this the end? The apocalypse?
Ah, sweet Corona, you take away breath
The numbers still grow, in counting death.
Life seems so empty it’s, such a shame.
Nothing, no nothing, will be the same.
NOV 2019 / NOV 2022 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Dawn DeBraal lives in rural Wisconsin with her husband, Red, a dorky dog and a stray cat. She has published over 600 drabbles, short stories, and poems in online ezines and anthologies. She co-wrote a novel under the pen name of Garrison McKnight, was nominated for the 2019 Pushcart Award, Falling Star Magazine, and was runner-up in the 2022 Horror Short Story Contest.
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