Eggo the Neotenous
- Alan Wildsmith
- Jan 3
- 1 min read
Eggo rolls around.
In his egg.
Fear, his translucent shell.
"It's just me. Rolling around."
Strange things permeate his crust.
They frighten him.
Never lets on mind.
"Meaningless!" He exclaims.
Even though he woke up, jumping out of his bed bathed in terror, in a cold sweat, panting...
His whole life his own thoughts.
Eggo didn't fall into the pond.
He shrivelled up and died next to it.

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