A hermit without a shell is a
weak, pitiful creature.
It wonders alone for onlookers to
moisturise their naked skin with
empty tears.
They feel no shame when mocked
for their fetishized strife;
flagrantly flailing their flaking skin
to justify their tantrums.
The terror and turmoil that it sheds
plagues even those passingly amused.
Until we are all naked, afraid and alone.