Inside the ovoid of her brain,
only white noise can invade.
She is an embryo, curled in pain,
hiding in the albumen’s shade,
until the pulsating membrane
explodes and the fragile shell
Now she is a blob of yellow yolk –
agoraphobia’s cruel joke.
Kim M. Russell, 18th November 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Take a Crack at Poeming
De is our host today with a cracking prompt word.