Nineteen

I try to prepare the chicken, I use the same knife and fork
I drink the same wine and season with the same salt

The lights are dim because I can't pay the bills
I lost my job, the fridge is empty as the virus kills

My hair is a mess and I pass by the mirror with no face
My nails are broken and there is no make-up left in my case

The country is shut down, mask and gloves are the uniform of the day
The kids are crying because they can't go out to play

Tension and anxiety are my breakfast treat
Wall Street crashes along with abandoned streets

A real life episode of the twilight zone
Panic creeps in slowly when you are all alone