eggwhites. orgasms.

At 4:30 in the morning we are still up,
dancing around it. Now is the time for
decisions, or maybe just breakfast, an
omelet would be nice. But, you are here
so that means one of has their mind made
up, and just like that, I�m looking for the
skillet. I�ve been cracking a lot of eggs
lately�not always feeling good about it.
Waking up to the dishes in the sink running
with late night grease, meals I don�t recall
eating. At this point it takes something like
the sheets coming un-tucked from the corner
of the bed or the light bulb burning out
in the bathroom to make me remember
that this is just a portion, a single serving,
that if I don�t flip it, it may burn. Maybe
one day I�ll be chewing, blinking, breathing,
those basic human machinations that seem
automatic until I stop to think about them
and then I�m fucked�unable to swallow,
dry eyed and drowning�feeling like I
might never get it started again.

Reviews

[QuietPoet]

Wow, im speechless at this write. Very interesting.

[Brittany]

No words can come to mind. Just, brilliant. It's writing like this that truly is inspiring.

[Emily B]

High quality work. Love the title.

[unspokenguilt]

Sounds like a life of fantasy, though it could be very real and probably is...you question if your living it afraid to wake and see it might just be a dream.
Great write,
elyssa

[Kelly Scheppers]

...I simply HAD to check this out, after reading the title. Cool piece, and how lucky are you to live in Montana?

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