Poem from the Vault: In a shell, beside you

In a shell, beside you

Inside

this echoing

enclosure

my fright-filled

clenching hands

around my

legs make me as round

as the egg beside me

on the floor

below four trembling

walls

the sound booms, shaking me,

surrounds my hollow hell

as I face inward.

The egg beside me

trembles contentedly

uncracked.

The booming walls move

closer

and choke my words,

drown out my

burstingly incomplete roundness.

Tears divide my face,

as I fight

the urge to crumble.

The threatening world is

within me

and I cannot be

without it.

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