Metalic covered by grease.
Grease covered by mint.
Mint covered by ice.
Ice covered by..
ice covered..
ice covered by emptiness.
emptiness covered by growling.
growling covered by…
growling covered…
growling…
no more
no more metallic, no more grease,
no more mint, no more ice.
Just emptiness.
Just emptiness and growling
I’ve always been a cookie cutter girl.
pressed into shapes I never liked.
Rolled and folded into the perfect form.
My face and body configured
to make me look appetizing.
It had been
356 days,
8,544 hours,
512,640 minutes,
since March 11, 2025.
It had been
356 days of smiling,
and crying, and yelling,
and laughing, and fighting,
I had a funeral yesterday.
A quick goodbye to
the person closest to me.
I can’t quite recall when she died.
It has been so long
since she was alive.
Why have I held on to
her lifeless body?
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