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Egg Salad
The smooth facade Of the hardened shell Enabling all to slide off Until In the solitude Of your kitchen, You crack and crumble. Peeling away the shell Revealing skin Pockmarked and naked. You huddle in your bowl of regret. Emotions churning and ripping As you slice and dice through the replay of your day. Adding salt to the wounds And peppering your soul With thoughts of should haves. This won’t do. You have to hold it together. Mayonnaise your malaise. Sandwiched between Home cooked bouts of belief In the egg salad of life. |
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remind me to never enter your kitchen...well, unless you need help cleaning up. then, you know i would be more than happy to
what ever happened to those robots they always promised us? you know the ones that were going to make all of our lives soooo much easier. oh well i guess we have to rely on ourselves.... |
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(Cackles in delight) You realize, you make me sound like the witch in Hansel and Gretel, right? Deep curtsy of appreciation though we both know it's just my shell.
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no not at all...i see you more as the mad hatter but with a bit more wit...lol...and a bit more shell...
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Egg Salad The smooth facade Of the hardened shell Enabling all to slide off Until In the solitude Of your kitchen, You crack and crumble. Peeling away the shell Revealing skin Pockmarked and naked. You huddle in your bowl of regret. Emotions churning and ripping As you slice and dice through the replay of your day. Adding salt to the wounds And peppering your soul With thoughts of should haves. This won’t do. You have to hold it together. Mayonnaise your malaise. Sandwiched between Home cooked bouts of belief In the egg salad of life. served with, and a comfort |
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Pockmarked
^nice word choice, loved the image and the relation to the days experiences...nice |
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Blech! I hate egg salad.
Loved the poem it was beautiful.. I just don't like egg salad.. |
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Egg Salad The smooth facade Of the hardened shell Enabling all to slide off Until In the solitude Of your kitchen, You crack and crumble. Peeling away the shell Revealing skin Pockmarked and naked. You huddle in your bowl of regret. Emotions churning and ripping As you slice and dice through the replay of your day. Adding salt to the wounds And peppering your soul With thoughts of should haves. This won’t do. You have to hold it together. Mayonnaise your malaise. Sandwiched between Home cooked bouts of belief In the egg salad of life. wow! |
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great piece!! i enjoyed it...
"Mayonnaise your malaise"--love this... |
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no not at all...i see you more as the mad hatter but with a bit more wit...lol...and a bit more shell... |
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I made egg salad today and yup, it was a comfort and then this popped into my head, sooooo TA-DAAAAA, I played.
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Pockmarked ^nice word choice, loved the image and the relation to the days experiences...nice |
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Pockmarked ^nice word choice, loved the image and the relation to the days experiences...nice |
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Blech! I hate egg salad. Loved the poem it was beautiful.. I just don't like egg salad.. |
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Thanks, nvk, it was a fun write.
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Egg Salad The smooth facade Of the hardened shell Enabling all to slide off Until In the solitude Of your kitchen, You crack and crumble. Peeling away the shell Revealing skin Pockmarked and naked. You huddle in your bowl of regret. Emotions churning and ripping As you slice and dice through the replay of your day. Adding salt to the wounds And peppering your soul With thoughts of should haves. This won’t do. You have to hold it together. Mayonnaise your malaise. Sandwiched between Home cooked bouts of belief In the egg salad of life. |
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I couldn't figure out how to incorporate the mayonnaise, so I just dumped it in like ya do with egg salad Lovely to see you, BTW.
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you always amaze me
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Goodness girl I love it!
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I couldn't figure out how to incorporate the mayonnaise, so I just dumped it in like ya do with egg salad Lovely to see you, BTW. |
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