kloY

my skin feels like an egg shell
liable to crack if i so much as move wrong
sensitive, rough, covered in tiny bumps, and i'm pail
because ive lost all my blood

my organs are all yolk
milky, and pulpy, and detached from the walls of my body
my diseased organs turned to mush
and yellowed by my jaundiced fingers
scraping against the walls of my throat
caught in a Well of saliva and mucus.



this is not me.
this is not me.
i'm not the one
who can dictate my actions.

i am the recessive gene.
and i am not the same as me.

i'm split
like my grandmother's feet
split like string cheese and gymnasts.
and i am trapped within one egg shell.
i'm the white
but if you look
you'll find
the yolk's what you'll see.