OYSTER

Narrow-minded works both ways

A chill in the salty midnight air

Repeats a sweeping leaping

Bounce above a malady

Crashing above reality

Workings

Chirping of the chafing

Unkind tentacles of time

Close around and burn

I wasn't ready

Still unsteady

Shedding sheepish

asking

Why are pearls inside of oysters?

Why are you inside of me?



A creeping cryptic gaze

And dripping

Slipping through

This maze, amazed

I'm hit upside the head

With a single look

A crook that stole my self-respect

Detect after-effects of callus malice

Crossed it- myself- my legs

It begs

Why are pearls inside of oysters?

Why are you inside of me?



Careening carmine drops of love

Stuffed and existing

Mixing with milk-white beads of hope

Choked and floating

Like a dead fish

Just so I can spit you out

Into this ugly box

Locked and stocked with Hate

Heaving grieving

Drowning

Tell me

Why are pearls inside of oysters?

Why are you inside of me?



LaRock

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