There is a reason that they call it

robin’s egg blue,

for nowhere else save

that fragile, formidable chalice

is it found.

I wanted to call that

small and sacred eggshell


but no.

It shattered lovely at my touch,

for it was riddled through

with the thousand-three struggles

of the fighter fierce.

© 2015 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.

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