Identity
You lie there frail and fractal
A shell battered against the shore
Polished and broken
Calm colors cloak extravagant design
Home to lost crabs
Who outgrow and abandon
Treasure to tourists and salesmen
Who display and forget
You twirl and contort your bold lines to please
One day you may break
Become a weapon
A thousand particles of sand
Copyright © Katie Mitchell | Year Posted 2009
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