Feb 2010
Like eggshells,
you wait
for someone
to crack
you open.
Yolks ooze
from severed crevices
to the pavement
I tread,
this time without glue.
you wait
for someone
to crack
you open.
Yolks ooze
from severed crevices
to the pavement
I tread,
this time without glue.
© 1993, Iona Nerissa
All poetry under the names Lori Carlson or Iona Nerissa are the sole property of Lori Carlson.
Please seek permission before using any of my writings.
~Lori Carlson~
All poetry under the names Lori Carlson or Iona Nerissa are the sole property of Lori Carlson.
Please seek permission before using any of my writings.
~Lori Carlson~
