abalone

from salt and foam and scales 

steal the hearts of stone 

nacreous shells, dying husks, 

the honey-sweet flesh that once 

clung to its bones 

to die of thirst. 

little creature, we will feast 

carve you out of your hiding place 

bake you in steam 

and the corpses of hundreds 

melt in our bellies 

to keep us warm and 

full.

yejunee

FL

18 years old

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