quarantined.

that bit beats hard
in the chest and is now sharp. 
this bit,
this lot,
is not a little,
but too much.

the empty nature in my lungs,
the fed up girl sinks in the large... 
closure.
flowers and barrels full of fresh water
are now discomposing in the absence... 
of humankind.

i miss it,
that bit,
that lot,
that nature that gives so much,
to this skin full of alarms.