Everyday’s the same.

I wake up to the sound of my crank turning, and I start my routine.

I put on the dress and I apply my makeup.

In between my dance, I eatunch or dinner, depending on the time.

And then I do it all again.

Going around and around and around band around…

Just like my perfect turns.

Some days, I enjoy the routine.

But others, I feel trapped. Trapped in this female porcelain body.