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The Virus, a poem by Avah Dodson, 11

The Virus By Avah Dodson, 11 As I lie in bed I can hear Mom sobbing into Dad’s arms. They’re dying. What are we going to do? Who? I wonder as I drift off. No one I know. I wake up to rustling, like a lost mouse Scurrying from an invisible threat. Dad is getting […]