Yolk

A Poem

Your skull. An egg too damn big for the

carton it lives in. Someday,

when it plummets

and cracks, I'm

leaving it smashed

on the ground. Swirls of

vibrant yellow goo. Salmonella

and shell is all that's left of you.

This poem is from my self-published poetry Fake Flowers, and can be found on Etsy and Apple Books.

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