The Shell of Being
1 min readJan 21, 2020
My face rips
Between a dozen emotions.
I can’t even decide on that
Nor can I plunge myself
In anything agile.
Me who walks on the thick fragile
Surface of things.
The cortex of the cortex
of feelings with wings.
Soon enough,
Gone with the winds.
Time to yell
To Ring a bell
And break the shell!