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Illustration by @_ximena.arias
I live in a conch now.
Exoskeletal remains that used to hold life
My walls echo like the sea it used to be steeped in
But is now miles removed
I live in a husk now.
Dry and brittle
Sapped of the moisture of the living
Tinder for some future fire
I live with ghosts now.
They dance as though they never died
Specters in my mind
Deepening the silence
I am the conch.
I am the shell.
Bone dry, ornamental
A souvenir of better times
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Updated on April 03, 2020
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