#973499 added January 16, 2020 at 6:21am Restrictions: None
Evaporation Point 2/3
Smashing eggshell into
The side of a red, teflon pan
Over moderate heat, not hot enough.
Skull imploding, already dead
At evaporation point --
My nuclear winter --
Fried remains inside
Man-made, coated steel.
I slither and fry, yellow
At the core, a baby
Who never arrived --
Just one of 12 crated,
Carried home from that morgue
called the grocery store.
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