We exist in shells Hard exteriors Sometimes they are mesmerizing Glittering and vibrant Other times they’re ragged
Symbols of hardship and agony Many have worn their shells for an eternity Others are yet to get accustomed to them For some, their shell is all they’ve ever known It is their home Their sanctuary Without it they are bare Unfamiliar with their own skin But one can only wear their shells for so long Soon it will fracture Break Shatter Explode And they will be left with nothing