Bad Eggs Bleed
Nestled in this wicker basket.
There are two eggs.
Bad eggs.
Good eggs.
Believe it or not, this basket may as well be a casket.
Eggs are easily cracked.
Some easier than others.
When they do, they soil the others.
Others become disgusted with how the soiled ones look.
Ignoring the fact that it is not their fault.
Bad eggs that bleed.
Tarnish the ones that are not doing the bad deed.
The bigger their cracks,
The harder they are falling,
The faster the liquid is oozing,
all leading to more disapproval.
Wishing for more action in removal.
The insults hitting harder.
The complaints reaching out farther.
No chances left to speak.
Hatred increasing by peaks.
The liquid keeps on spreading far and wide.
Chaos being the one thing to coincide.
-Snow that Flutters down like Feathers
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Hello my readers, I am Snow that Flutters down like Feathers. I am a poet on Gaia Online and Tumblr. I have been writing since 2013.
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