NaPoWriMo #2

like a shell shut tight at the bottom of the sea
brushing sea grasses and weeds
they bend to her      and bend away   away
for though she is soft
though she opens wide when the waters are warm
her shell is dull      and quiet as the deep
—it terrifies
have you ever heard a shell scream?

she isn’t a shell
but a woman         she has always been quiet
always the world   percolating in her brain
shifting           creating realities
questioning this one
and someone asks to see inside
she tries    but the words she easily traces
in the sand at the bottom of the sea
take an eternity
to make sound out loud
there is little patience in this world for silence
because the brain fills in the gaps
where a handhold should.

© 2017 by Robin A. Sams

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