Hard Boiled

I feel like an egg...
The kind of egg
That your mom accidentally left on the stove
Boiling for too long
And the yolk
Has turned that greenish-grey hue
And it tastes chalky
And coats your mouth
When you bite into it
Dry as it goes down your throat
And settles in your stomach
To be digested
I wonder if I’ll be over-easy
Ever again