These Eggshells I Walked on…

like this??? not my photograph…

These eggshells I once lived on, they’re, in bits and pieces now! These eggshells I once lived on, don’t know why I’d still kept them around, I need ZERO reminder of that fucked up, already DEAD and BURIED, past life of mine…
These eggshells I once lived on, I kept them, as a reminder, of how I won’t be, like that as a mother, to my own young, and, every time those fossilized eggshells I once lived on exposed themselves to me again, I’d, reminded myself, examined my own behavior, see if I, didn’t live in accordance, to how I was, raped, abused AND neglected, and left to DIE all alone.
These eggshells I once lived on, finally decided, to throw them all out, and, I’d, built myself and my child, a better biosphere, to live in now, and, although it’s, just, me and my baby girls (the baby me, and this nonexistent DEAD daughter of mine named “Emily”???), against, this whole wide SHITTY world of OURS (b/c it’d belonged to “us”???)
These eggshells I’d lived on as a child, you won’t have to live on them again, for I’d, cracked them all opened, and made sunny side ups for all my breakfasts…