fried

By Genevieve C., Andover, NJ
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I need
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 been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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cassxxx8 said...
Jun. 8, 2011 at 1:19 pm:

l-o-v-e-d it.

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MorningStar15 said...
Jul. 26, 2009 at 1:33 am:

its a good topic, a good use of words, i liked it tons.

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Melinda L. said...
Jul. 17, 2009 at 4:31 pm:

Okay. That was interesting. I loved the style you wrote it in. Awesome! Keep Writing!

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LilJ<3 said...
Jul. 13, 2009 at 8:52 pm:

i believe this poem can be interpreted many ways. great job. i wish the best of luck in the rest of your writing!

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SaraB. said...
Jul. 8, 2009 at 2:26 pm:

I love the egg metaphor. I can totally relate, but probably not in the same context in which you wrote it.

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Kennisld said...
Jun. 24, 2009 at 9:47 pm:

awesome! I love your stanzas, and how the line breaks add to the tension.