shell gja How often only considered from the outside? This shelter. No. This tunnelled womb is it. My own mass stands centurion. In here all sound is muffled; there is no available chamber for echo. I fill the space. It is only when tapped directly that the outside exerts itself. And that is not often. And it is generally brusque, and without aim, an unadventurous explorer. I can whisper loudly, hear? There is no air to vibrate. My thoughts resonate through my own flesh. With the terror and the comfort of being alone. How smoothly I have worn my cocoons cuckold. There is no intestacy I have not known. There is no jag left to injure. The patterns alone are mine. I will describe them only at the time of my choosing. And only by way of the imprint on my skin. And only if I leave. With the faithful reflection of you my shell. It has occurred to me that I may remove my spine; and all else that may stand for my stead. And that I will use you, represent you, be yours alone, the life that you have not. 110622 ... jane nautilus 110622 ... lostgirl my_best_friend and secret_keeper 110622 ... lg incidently, gja, 'shell' is exquisitely well written and thoroughly enjoyed... 110622 ... gja A panoply 150320 ... raze i thought i might break this open and share what sat inside the curved canister, moving ground-grown seeds from my mouth to yours. 241129 what's it to you? who go blather from