Quail eggs

And then this is what came out.

Quail Egg is the poem.

A thing like that you have to save.

But my PJs had no pockets, so I polished it on my sleeve and popped it into the wet pouch of my mouth for safekeeping.

I answered in a nothing voice, like the groggy man she'd kissed awake at dawn, but already I could taste funerals on my tongue, wings unfolding at my back.

Yeah.

So that one was a quail egg and a lot of great images there.

People have been mentioning images a lot in the chat window.