I’ve never felt so alone, through the meat to my bones, I’ve never felt so empty.

I feel like I reside on the wall inside art by Dali.

Yet, here I hang alone in an empty gallery. No eyes on me.

21 days isolation, extended on Friday I bet.

Although, betting is futile in a world of social-distancing. My purse remains untouched.

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