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Do you Have Room for a Hermit Crab?

by Rachel M.J 5 months ago in sad poetry · updated 4 months ago

A poem

Do you Have Room for a Hermit Crab?
Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash

Ten little legs leave trail on sand,

Follow me home, It’s just round the bend,

Find sea-shell discarded; feel it in hand

Ten little notches, brail for friend

Meet me at shore, at break in the sand;

An empty locket from one night spent

Broken in two, no picture of you -

Leave it behind, no salt in your wounds.

Trail turns cold, no friend to follow...

Legs grow stiff and heart grows hollow.

There’s room to live in hallowed chest

Ribs are a cage, a swallow’s nest.

No heart inside? nor ravenous fire,

Just string lights that twinkle to own desire

No hearty meal? Crack ribs with a thump.

Tear flesh with bone, your baggage to dump -

Another home that little legs carry

No place to discard, Charon to ferry,

Boat growing heaving, descending to bed...

Inklets of brail in language once dead;

Ten little legs that found a new home

Not made from seashells, lockets, or bone,

Etched in the stones from angry sea-foam

Labyrinth of hallways to call one's own.

sad poetry

Rachel M.J

Bachelor of Psychological Science and Master in Forensic Mental Health.

I like to write about things behaving how they shouldn't ~ Find me on Twitter @Raizerbeem

Read next: "Life is Measured by Grains of Sand" & "Wolf in my Clothing."

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