Aubade with eggshell shards



The day cracks open 
(again) too soon, all broken 
yolk goo and too-bright sky. 

She wasn’t quite finished 
with that silken moon, the silver
-blackeyed promises of stars. 

It’s got sharp edges and a bird
-song sting, too many things 
and not enough salt. 

::
PAD, day 22.

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