Poetry from Brianna Dawn.


he bought a dozen eggs
all cracked by the time
he arrived home
he threw out the shells and slime
he ate mac and cheese all alone
sun shined through the windows
making the shadows of window blinds
look like stacked up dusty bones
he threw out a lot of time
left with unfinished letters and dial tones

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: egg

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