The girl who cried woke up early today;
wiped the vomit off her chin, pushed the bloodstained blankets at bay.

The girl who cried sat up straight today;
pasted band-aids on her wrists, put on her clothes in mild disarray.

The girl who cried walked to the mirror today;
washed mascara off her cheeks, pulled the sides of her mouth far far away.

The girl who cried stood at the front door today;
straightened her back, counted to ten, pushed the door all the way.

“Good morning!”
she said; a yell, if I may.

The girl who cried was a girl of a yesterday;
come what sunshine, come what rain — she’s the girl who smiled, today.

– “The Girl Who Smiled” — for Krissi.



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