Small orange eye, staring
As the hot pan kills, opaque white
It reaches to the edges of its captor
Crisping at the edges as it tries to escape
Fighting to the end, spitting, slapping, angry
The tired egg finally succumbs to its fate
Death on a plate
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Author:
Gill Fitzpatrick (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 30th, 2023 09:05
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Comments1
Lots of fun.
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