Crush Me Like Eggshells

Crush me like eggshells
Thin and pallid,
Crush me into dust.
Leave footprints through my remnants
Leave me for good.

Much less woven than the yoke.
Dry.
Much less silky than the mucus that it carried.

If I am broken eggshells
Then I must be fragile
And all the more grateful
To be made elusive as dust
To be wisped by the wind
And settled into the grooves of the floorboards
Swept up with the dirt, and dead skin cells, and stray hairs.
No longer distinguishable from the rest of our discarded parts
Shed
Without remorse.

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About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

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