You said you felt like you were walking on eggshells
You're right
Those eggshells are all of the idiosyncrasies
Of a past that I am still fleeing from

Every eggshell is a word
A smell
A name
His name
The memories
These flashbacks
Ring through my skull like a bullet
Shot of in a room
Ricocheting from  ear to ear
Piercing through grey matter
That died a long time ago



I feel like I am walking on eggshells
And when I say eggshells
i mean skulls
Of so many of the broken people in my life
I walk on them
Tip-toe on them
Waiting for the day
I pierce their surface
Crack their barrier
And let them run free

Let me be free