lodged in a shell
sharp, ..
gritty, painful
often company
sometimes a nuisance
but always there
soon
the mussel folds arounds the grain ..
enfolds it
shapes it
moulds it
births in pain
a hidden secret
unhidden
unseen
just a shell
until
the day comes
to prize open the mussel
slowly
painfully
its treasure unfolds
a perfect pearl
noir..
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