i don't eat shell fish

i float
inside some shell of silence
if i could only
make a hole the size of a pin
the whole world
would leak into here

into me

but
proximity
is a kind of vulnerability
a back and forth channel
that opens and exposes

theres a ladder down here
at the top a mass grave
im not sure if theyre victims
or sacrifices

the casualties of
hope and failure
ecstatic madness the
manifest horror
a world in thrall
to excess production

yesterday
i found a shard of glass
it was narrow
sharp

i picked it up and cut my hand
i watched the blood drip drip
dripping
and pool on the hard shell
beneath my feet

withdrawl
today
i took the glass to my shell
and carved a tiny hole
in the shape of you

thats where the light comes in
suddenly
there i am
i see you
do you see me?