Shell – April 9, 2019

Doree Grief, life, poetry April 11, 2019 1 Minute

Deep inside,

Left alone and bored.

Come into my shell.

With me,

Let its energy pull at your toes,

Eat away at your dreams,

And squash love between your fingers.

Stuck inside, with me

Sit back and look out into the light and see what you’re missing.

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Published April 11, 2019

sabaniazsiddique says:

April 11, 2019 at 7:12 pm

Phenomenal!🌹😻

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1. Doree says:
  
  April 11, 2019 at 7:51 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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Mercury the Scribe says:

April 13, 2019 at 8:01 pm

The shell sounds like a beautiful prision. I feel a sadness from this and think it gently seeps through. I like how this is written

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1. Doree says:
  
  April 13, 2019 at 8:45 pm
  
  Thank you so much, your description is very touching ☺️.
  
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