Evil barnacles

Today, biology. We have to find a metaphor in the natural world for the state of things.
My relationship was like an oyster that had become encrusted with evil barnacles. Inside the equal halves of the shell, there is moist, folded flesh and a pearl that will not be eroded. Outside, the barnacles have obscured the form. But with a knife they could be scraped away, the shell cleaned, the oyster restored to the fresh cool water. Pass the knife; take one yourself.


One Response to “Evil barnacles”

  1. Kathryn Evans Says:

    Painful and exquisite.
    My days are a slab of slate laying on the beach. Flat and grey until the dancing sea gives depth and sparkle or a child’s curious hand reveals a world of scurrying life underneath.

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