I know your secret pretty

little mantis shrimp

with your breathtaking display

of colorful diarrhea.


your smile is a duct tape

on your broken soul,

stitches weaving in and out

as the insides want to burst through.


green, or red, or pink and purple

not able to choose who you are

you become all that you can.

I know your secret mantis shrimp.


your laughter is a smothering

of silverex on your burnt heart,

and the smoke escapes

no matter how hard you try.


and the rock you crawl under for food

will crush you and your beauty

to death. But don’t worry –

I won’t let your secret out.


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