Can Rotten Eggs Grow Roses?

rona CS

Nov 20, 2023

1 min read

I feel like I was dead

A long time ago

Like an unborn child

Rotting in the mother’s uterus

Poisoning her organs

Inflicting pain on everything I touch

I feel like that egg

The one rotten inside

But shaped and shelled

From the outer walls

Every night I go to sleep

Wondering if my insides smell like that

Like those rotten eggs that choked me,

The one I had to discard

As soon as I cracked it open.

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