she
split open an oyster
and revealed a
soft-boiled egg
inside
and gently
without much pressure
dug her thumbs into
the whiteness
creamy sunflower yolk oozed
and ran down along her fingers
and hands
and arms
and body
and she took the oyster
and clapped the two shell pieces
over her ears
singing
nonsense and coffee
into the air
as the yolk spilled
onto the floor.
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little blue flowers
PoetryA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
