Scrambled Eggs

So fragile is my shell

I feel empty

yet when cracked, i will run

The thoughts race through my brain

Am i sane



that question

Am i sane

follows me through the dark


If i could only unscramble the words

the memories

the days

the hours

the minutes

those last few seconds of my life thus far


If i could gather those thoughts



and backwards again

mixing like scrambled eggs

dropped from the hand

put the pieces back together

Wait, let me go grab a pen.




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