TW: Vulture Culture and cryptics

She’s working at the hospital since Rhona came to town,

Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to town,

Hide away, hide away, she’s come to take us down.

Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep 6 feet away,

But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today,

Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay,

Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.

But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today,

And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say,

Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away,

No?

You breathe. The floral scent is turning sickly.

You breathe. The spices sting your throat.

You breathe. You grasp the edges of your mask as you struggle not to cough.

You breathe. The mask falls from your face and you taste the air.

You breathe.