Saturday, August 1, 2015

Walking on Eggshells: A Poem

These eggshells are land-mines, 
concealed under layers of dirt 
and halfhearted apologies.
they tread carefully, not daring
to disturb the centuries of ink
That were spilled to sculpt the skyline.
These eggshells are land-mines
And I don’t dare move.

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