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Photo credit: Shayla F., Ladoga, IN
to hatch.
For I have
been in here
far too long.
rotted
hours.
rotted
days.
I cannot
move.
I cannot
make a single
sound.
Crack
this shell
or these whites
will glue
me
down.
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fried 
By Genevieve C., Andover, NJ
to hatch.
For I have
been in here
far too long.
rotted
hours.
rotted
days.
I cannot
move.
I cannot
make a single
sound.
Crack
this shell
or these whites
will glue
me
down.
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
MorningStar15
its a good topic, a good use of words, i liked it tons.
Melinda L.Okay. That was interesting. I loved the style you wrote it in. Awesome! Keep Writing!
i believe this poem can be interpreted many ways. great job. i wish the best of luck in the rest of your writing!
SaraB.I love the egg metaphor. I can totally relate, but probably not in the same context in which you wrote it.
Kennisldawesome! I love your stanzas, and how the line breaks add to the tension.
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