The sizzle of hunger

You are my staple
The one that is always there,
Through thick and thin
I refuse to share.

Kitchen stocked with shadows
Empty cuboards loom,
Darkness outside refusing to leave
My stomach makes a boom.

A growl of annoyance
The cool shell calming my mind,
Crack, sizzle, enjulfing the prize
I sigh, eggs are always there when you are in a bind.

Egg

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