The Speckled Egg

You lay there,

unmoving.

Nothing tells

me anything

lies within.

 

I hope to see

you move.

A hop, or maybe

a crack to le me

know you’re alive.

 

Still, my eyes

cannot make

you move.

You seem to be

stuck inside

 

a photograph.

 

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About blackwinterrosethorn

I am an artist and a writer whose living in Virginia. I go to Hollins University and I am a double minor in Creative Writing and Music. I've been writing for about eleven or twelve years. I've been singing forever and I have been drawing and painting for four or five years. I am open to doing commissions and collaborative pieces. View all posts by blackwinterrosethorn

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