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The Ocean Inside The Shell
The salty sea spray sprinkles my skin,
like summer showers
That begin
Then end
Suddenly
I stand in front of a crust forming at the edge of the beach
Splintered, softened wood
Seaweed
Stones
Shiny when wet
Their colours
Like common jewels
Topaz, ruby, emerald, turquoise, coral pink, terracotta
All there for the picking
All at my feet
This Novemb...
Wednesday 13th November 2019 5:07 pm
A Shell
I stare at the empty shell in the mirror.
Is this what I am now?
My flesh tainted,
clothes tight and suffocating,
nothing looks right anymore.
My hair falls in the wrong ways,
my makeup is now a mask.
I am numb.
I am blistered and broken.
Nothing is real anymore.
I look away,
and once again
I am encased in the hopelessness
of this damned shell.
Monday 4th June 2018 11:06 pm
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