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Standing over the stove 

I reached the end of an endless war

Screwing up the eggs

led to a breaking point 

and I cracked like a deserted sidewalk 

And then

I lost the hunger 

that deep scrape against my gut

just stopped signaling anything 

The empty cave

no flickering need to be filled up 

Christ. 

I should have just made pancakes.