I cracked an egg in my hand

and watched the yolk seep through my fingers,

sticky like blood from the heart

pulled from my chest and gifted

to a calculating palm.

I scrambled to clean the mess,

but the pieces lie in disarray.

I begged for the Warmth

while we danced unaware,

bodies slick with sweat.

I promised not to let you fall,

you assured me of the future,

my face was sticky and yellow.

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