I wish I were the sun.
Bright and happy.
Beams of light.
The thing people look forward to seeing.
I wish I were the moon.
Dark and mysterious.
Shapeshifting silver disc.
The thing people stay up late to see.
I wish I were the stars.
Sparkling and magical.
Thousands of possibilities.
The things people wish upon.
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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