Poetry

Call It What It Is

The common cold is
improperly monikered
More apropos is
The Whore Virus
It will bed down with
anyone in town or the
whole lot at once
Sucking the color from
folk’s faces
leaving them
violated
spent
wasted
and it’s shameless
“Who’s next?” it asks
Not a tinge of regret

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