My smile is tired.
I'm not sure when stretching my lips out stopped coming naturally.
Somewhere along the lines of tears in my laughter became tears that couldn't be contained.
Sometimes it felt as if I would never smile again.
I wasn't really sure how to fix that.
I sat in front of my mirror poking and prodding my face to try and create the perfect mask.
Did I look happy enough?
How do you smile enough but not too much?
I practiced in the dead of night when the only thoughts that I had where of the person I wanted to be.
She smiled naturally.
A big gleaming smile that came to her face at even the sight of a rock that shined in the sun.
She floated through the world and her lips stretched of their own accord.
One day,
I would be her.
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word count- 135
published on November 2, 2024
I'm thinking Abt taking these down
