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Oct 27
I feel it in my stomach first -
hollow pain that prods to be noticed

there’s a dizziness, sudden need to
orientate myself

that ominous stain
glares

I have a boiled egg for breakfast
shatter the shell, examine the yolk

next, nausea
white bites churn

spat out egg is uglier than
disintegrated egg planted in my pants
Written by
Sophie Hunt
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