someone once told me
they would crack my shell
the barrier between the world and me
i wanted to hide beneath the linoleum tiles
of the high school bleach-stained bathroom
because nothing sounded more violent
i imagined powdery blue robin eggs
broken on sidewalks
cut open, craggy lines, dark hollows
yolks spilling out
improper burials of baby birds improperly born
if i am unborn
then let me crack my own shell
YOU ARE READING
when i speak
PoetryA collection of poetry that focuses on the struggles of interacting with others and expressing oneself.
