The pearl was flawed
In the shell
The necromancer sand grain
Unnaturally expelled
Into soulless exile
By endless hammering
Against rocky circumstances
Battered by sea waves.
Of changes
The subtle shell cracked
And corrupt
Released its own precious core
Sooner than intended
Exuded in teardrop
Of agony
As saline waves of nauseous agony
Assailed her senses
She turned dull
Green with bilious envy
White with slimy fear
Of imperfections
Unable to contend
The world picture perfect
Yet incomplete
Hinging
On closure
Breached
Of privacy
And understanding.
Beaches of refuse
Claimed her
The Pearl
Chipped and slowly crushed
Lingered a moment
Under finger strokes of
Faint sunshine that caressed
Her fading faith
She longed now
Not for definition
Or meaningless fondling
But soullessness.
An exile from
Erroneously applied
Identity.
A release of the liability
Of all senses.
Light destroying life..
And all evil under it's
Sinister serpentine
Sunshine.
The Pearl cried
For removal
Of the original sin
Of its sand grain.
Meaning conferred upon
Meaningless.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
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