Shell
Seashells sure do
Put on a pretty face,
Iridescent and pale.
Always left hollow,
Just to be
Temporarily
Filled again, again.
Broken both ways
From salt-waters erosion
And creatures dispassion.
This is a piece i worked on for quite a while. the actual product has specific font that adds another layer to the poem. unfortunately that is lost here, but i figured i'd share regardless.
