little red egg

escapril — i. growing wings

little red
egg     weeping where an eye should be.
desire was a seed
     sown into the tender soil of night. 
each arm     each kneeling hound burnt
for taste     and what exquisite taste we had. 
     
little red
prince     did your star fizzle
     in my atmosphere? 

curled       in his little black
egg     a flayed worm
     cracking
           into a crow of slow ink.

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I am usually terrible at sticking with Escapril all the way to the end but this year I am determined to make it! And this year I am following the prompts created by

sonja ringo

so if you have no idea what I am talking about I would read the post she created on it.

ESCAPRIL 2025