I'm a Seashell
I’m a seashell.
No one inside, but spiraling patterns and maybe memories.
No one knows how to tangle with seaweed anymore.
Or how to live off slime.
I used to know these things.
Nothing works underwater.
Except fins and eyes.
No one knows how to survive ocean things.
Anything good about me…
Got washed away like something unstructured.
Living like slime so what does slime eat?
Disastrous.
I’m a seashell or something.
With nothing except horrible thoughts of cave divers.
I’m a seashell.
I’m beautiful and I used to be alive.
I’m still part of the sea this summer.
I certainly never heard of things.
Like summer, humans, or how to live a long life.
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