Over-Easy

I don’t know who spilled the eggs, but I don’t think “no use crying” applies here. I remember thinking I’d walk across knives. I remember thinking I’d sleep on fire. I remember thinking it was only me and you. And now I’m sticky with yolk and wishing for cleanliness. I’m feet-bleeding, taking back my promises to the sky. I’m thinking of tearing down the walls. I’m thinking of drowning in shadow. I’m thinking of abandon. I’m thinking of jumping ship. I’m thinking of rapture. I’m thinking of all of these fucking eggshells. I’m thinking of inhale. I’m thinking of exhale. I’m thinking of eggshells.