Everything is egg
shell,
one wrong step
the universe cracks open
the yoke spills out
none of us immune to her
passing through our lives,
each needing to feed
off
what is inside her,
only needing to
crack it open first to get inside,
assuming she is more vulnerable
than she is,
counting on it,
taking on faith the face we see
is her real face,
when we should know it is not,
this not exactly a life,
a mask she pulls over herself
because she is even
more vulnerable
than we believe,
she the only one
who can protect it,
to save it, to keep
it
from being crushed,
we, so bent on sucking
out the yoke,
we create cracks
we vowed not to create,
breaking a trust
we vowed we never would,
none of us as
good as we pretend,
she knows it,
counting on it,
making it possible
to get on with her life
with as little guilt
when jilting us.
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