Eggshells

Eggshells

A Story by Siren

Out from underneath the rocks, I squirm my way to the top.  The surface is better than the depth.  Up here the sun shines; the air is clear--until you come again, turning the ground to eggshells--and I'm afraid for my life.  Crack, Crack, Crack.  Does it always have to be this way?

© 2012 Siren


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Added on March 23, 2012
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Siren
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Well....if you must know, I (sometimes) live in the real world. I love listening to music because it lets me breathe. I love laughing because it lets me live. I love writing because it lets me (almost.. more..