Desperation

the light of the city peaks through the blinds

and that is all that shows me

my hand as it drops off the bed

hanging there lifeless except for the shaking

do i really want this?

no

the desperation to live kicks in

i muster up the strength

and stumble to a standing position

i lick my lips and taste the salty sweat

my legs quiver beneath me

as i run into my door and push it open

soon i am being handed a bowl of food

“those face masks won’t help you when you’re dead”

says the provider