Nothing belongs with anything.
Her shell is so weak that it breaks easily with just the faintest breath from the wind.
Everything crumbles and falls.
The salt can be smelled from miles away.
It burns the tunnels where air enters.
Slime falls from the walls of the cave.
It is probably much more easier to just give up.
Let the lids blink away the water.
The patch of moss tangles and hardens.
Consciousness defeats the purpose of living.
The light is fading from the windows.
Cold is shivering in between the light and darkness.
Her confusion is her bestfriend.
The long claws squeezes the burnt organ tight.
Not awake nor dead nor stop nor playing.
Endless beginnings and beginless endings.
signed, X