These Lonely Bones

Beige bedsheets and pillows– empty bed. In the center of the frame a sketched & fading human skull. White text underneath the skull reads: these lonely bones.
Annie Proctor
By Annie Proctor
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The pandemic isn’t over. Many disabled and chronically ill people have experienced isolation their entire lives, but since this pandemic’s start — and perceived end — that loneliness has reached new levels.

Alone
They complained
Alone isn’t healthy
Alone isn’t the way we were meant to be

For me
It’s familiar
But not familiar in the way a home is
Familiar like the dark
Known but unknown
Comforting, yet unsettling
In a different light

My bones are lonely
Built in isolation
In a chamber 
The world looked on
As I looked through the glass
Vanishing
In everyone’s sight

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As a chronically ill and disabled writer, I felt compelled to speak on the ongoing isolation disabled folks experience thanks to reduced masking, testing, and vaccinations.

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Annie Proctor

Annie Proctor is a songwriter turned social media copywriter. She has nearly five years of professional writing experience with brands…

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Identity
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