If I Were a Mermaid

I felt like this was the only way to Express my feelings about the new world of social distancing. Trapped behind glass and unable to swim with the other mermaids.  I'm growing barnacles from lack of care. My fins are oozing. Humans weren't meant to live in a sterile, isolated state for long.

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