eggshell

September 11, 2014 § Leave a comment

A pinked, tattered circle. Bright, white, a once unbroken whole. A perfect smooth container fallen with an unheard delicate smash and burst. A half now, emptied, bright, white. A smooth vessel for a memory like a tiny cranium.

 

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