You cracked it in two and let it slip past its shell into the heat of the moment,
To a fiery hell, it swelled ever so slightly, bubbles escaping its brightly colored center, golden like your favorite star, it was a sunny-side up,
but then you flipped it over and let the runny side down,
you just let it sizzle, hunger provoking scents drowned the room.
and right when it was meant for you to consume,
between two crisp pieces of staple food, you bit down, hard,
until it was scarred enough to leak into your waiting mouth,
creeped into a fading out, of cardiac arrest,
my heart for you was just two eggs, over-easy, at best.
My heart for you was just what you ate for breakfast.
Now, when’s lunch?
