NoHoldsBarredPoetryWritingChallenge Day 18: Millennial Snow White

woman lying in brown grass mirror edited photo
I don't know when I stopped
living and started existing.

The coffee keeps me up. 
A sandwich for lunch, 
a bowl of noodles for dinner—
just enough sustenance to 
keep me existing until
tomorrow, when I replay
the same days as I have
for the last six months.
Present but not here,
hearing but not listening,
visible but simply a ghost. 

One day I will meet a prince,
who, with a kiss, will wake 
me from this cycle of 
dreaming and bring life into 
my purpose for being, again.

© 2022 Nortina Simmons


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