“Smile,” you said. “People will wonder what you’re up to.”
So I smiled. I couldn’t not. Your voice cursed my very bones with an alien desire to make you happy. If you wanted my smile, you could have it. Though inside I seethed with fury.
You never thought to wonder what I was up to, gazing at me in the closet where you had locked me up. Never read the formulas and designs I wrote on the walls. Planning your fall.
Through my smile, I recited my own curse. For your silence.
For your silence, I traded my hated smile.
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