Hermit crab

Inside a Redwood

This old house

has served me well:

I catch a glimpse of you from my window

but I stay curled up inside these walls

 

I’m safe here

I’m protected

I’m hidden

and I can be alone

 

There’s no room

in here for you

unless I open my door

and step outside to play

 

Then maybe we can both

fit back inside together

or find a new place

to call home

 

 

Isolation

snake dead

Creature

a limp body

organs suspended

drained of blood

tortured

stripped of life

stomach empty

defeated

Creature

nothing left

but putrid flesh

swollen and inflamed

infested hair a knotted mass

face a twisted asymmetry

hands sapped of strength

holding nothing

Creature

always killed…

used…

eaten…

lost…

in desolation

destined to die

again and again