ilicon beds abound with bivalves S
idden under a blanket of warm tropical water H
very wave akin to a gentle breeze that brings savory delights E
etting the colony feast on the bounty of the surrounding sea L
ife might suck, but for an ocean filter, that means you are living large! L
uncturing that pompous balloon made me happy. P
bserving his collapse to his mental floor a mere shell of his old ego gave me was the highlight of my day. O
erhaps I better worry that someone might do the same to me? P
uddly was not an adjective used to describe Timmy C
arely was he not bellyaching or griping about something R
nd even though you would think he had a hard shell he was really a softy A
ecause of that people would just devour him when the season was right B
veryone wants to know who came first E
onna tell you, I know the true answer. I wasn’t supposed to say a peep. G
ive me a break! My brain’s not scrambled. This is no yolk! G
So you want to bust my shell? Then I’m not telling you, so keep your nosey beak to yourself!
ust crumbled from the ’57 Chevy R
roding the metal shell E
lowly stealing away the car’s soul S
ransforming into reddish-brown dust T
Alex scooped up some of the oxidized metal
ubbing her hands on her leather apron she headed to the forge R
he idea of melting it down and recasting it seemed fitting T
The words called to his soul. He ached to get away from their siren call, but there was no escape.
He felt them crawl into his brain, eating the cells one by one and replacing them with their offspring. Sweet sleep would end his captivity, but the words would not give him his rest. Soon he was driven mad. He didn’t care what would happen to his mortal shell, the words were all that mattered.
The next morning was tough, and staying awake at work would be almost impossible, but the novel was done and that meant he found peace.