Dear APOCALYPSE #26

Dear Apocalypse,

Who knew it would be our need for each other that killed us in the end. As much as we all proclaimed our dislike for others and all adhered to social distancing, we just couldn't stay away. Like moths to a flame, we were drawn together. Small at first and then bigger groups as our appetite grew. We were insatiable, needing others more that we could ever admit.

(musings on the potential end of the pandemic - written 15th March- hoping it is not a prophesy)

(written on June 17th)