you're the cure

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,