Oyster
1 min readDec 22, 2017
the knack of
nacre,
acquired over years -
debris and grit,
particulate,
painfully redressed,
until discomfort and beauty remain.
One day, someone will split apart my shell
and find me full of
pearls
the knack of
nacre,
acquired over years -
debris and grit,
particulate,
painfully redressed,
until discomfort and beauty remain.
One day, someone will split apart my shell
and find me full of
pearls
Defying the laws of physics to encapsulate myself in this tiny box with nothing but an alphabet.