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?
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?
I walk a fine line.
Life and death.
Funny and weird.
Smart and dumb.
Waiting for a light breeze to blow me one way.
Will I stay on this line forever?
When will I get off?
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,
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.