Egg shells

Embryonic emotions under his fragile shell. 

Cracks, crank up when he's cranky. 

Moody as makes her walk around the house on his sharp tongue.

Brittle she is, from his splatter of affection. 

No hope for a replacement with the cracks in her face. 

No eggs to fertilize just a shell of her old image. 

Bad egg they imply, scrabbled up her conscience. 

Finds it hard to deal with him changing, nice words then shut up i'm allowed my secrets he continues yelling at her yolk, rotting it into  a stench. 

Self sabotage by the dozens, takes the paint off her confidence. 

​​​​​​Is he a chicken not holding his own without a total dependence on smoke. 

She's just a rounded whole, made to fit around his anger. 

He scrambled up her insides after breaking her from waking over his egg shells of demand.