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.