The Eggshell GirlA Poem by Magdeline MaeWhy am I a girl made of eggshells? If you touch my edges, You will come away bloody. And I will fracture at the point of pressure. My yolk is sunny. It sloughs out of my smile, and spatters onto the floor. A yellow soul spilt. Why am I a girl made of mines? My exterior is cold, Brewing, ominous. I will leave you in a field of smoking grass, Wondering where the explosion came from, Wondering where the girl you were trying to walk to, Went. © 2017 Magdeline MaeAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 16, 2017 Last Updated on June 16, 2017 Tags: poem, poetry, spilled ink, personality disorder, sad, metaphor AuthorMagdeline MaeAbout~When the crypt doors creak and the tombstones quake, spooks come out for a singing wake. Happy haunts materialize, and begin to vocalize, grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize~ I'm Maggie, I.. more.. |