Oysters
The stars fell, the earth titled,
The ocean swallowed us as it ran.
We were bound together, calcified.
We were oysters in our shells.
Protandric, we released ourselves
into the water, covered in cuts,
from holding the shredded parts
at the edges of our shells.
Pumping colourless blood
through all parts of the body,
we drew water in our gills, until
we fell, clattering to the ground.
