Feb 20, 2021

breaking fast

 i died stuffed with grief.
my eyes bulged,
eggs.
their final vision:
an embryo
dropped
from the black brink
of eternity
to land sizzling
congealing
sunnyside up on my plate,
my breakfast
that i cannot eat,
that i cannot ever again eat

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