Sack o’ Shells

hope’s the itch between
my throat and ear
canal that can’t
be scratched,

by any healthy means,
i meant

and she’s the dawn
that hatched too early,

then crawled back into
gloom’s cocoon,

but she’s since gathered remnant
shards of all her former
shell
s

and hauls them now in
bulging sack,

straddling her sloped spine,
nestled nice between
time’s cracks,

too far from home
to ever blink at
falling back
.

image: https://therugandtableshop.co.uk/product/black-shell-bowl-with-gold-octopus/

image: https://www.bramptonwellnesscentre.com/about_brampton_wellness_centre.html

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