She filled her boots when

Panic buying was the vogue her

Bulk brushing rivals aside

Toilet rolls were the

Least of it

Catering packs of SPAM enough

Condensed milk for an army platoon, boxes of candles and

Assorted biscuits filled the loft her

Bathroom plastered with paracetamol cough

Linctus and mouthwash but above all

Valium for honed to a

Tee by loneliness

Mab...

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My hands is where it starts

The heat of the fire

Ignited there

My fingers betrayed me

Now with a mind

Of their own

They torment me

Driving me insane

Slowly

My heart starts to race

A speed my body isn’t

Prepared for

My blood runs everywhere

With a temperature

Way too high

They torture me

Crippling my movements

Immediately

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