A Seleggtion of Eggcerpts
The Beginning
Written by A Raw Egg
An adolescent,
a yolk hides within my walls,
fragile is my shell.
The Day Before Easter
Written by A Hard Boiled Egg
Torrid is the pot,
bubbles form across the top,
still inside my walls.
Sunday: 9AM
Written by A Scrambled Egg
BEEP! goes their alarms,
like a pig to the slaughter,
“sizzle”, the pan speaks.
The End Is Near
Written by An Over-Easy Egg
Free from my shell,
my yolk floats within my white,
seared until eaten.