I am happiest alone in my shell.
You are sand, grit, irritation, a foreign invader whose presence I detest but cannot ignore.
I vomit bile, seeking to dislodge this vexation, to repudiate and reject your very existence.
You remain, nay, you grow; my antagonism hardens on you like armour and you are unmoved.
And you grow ever more irritatingly beautiful.
Gosh, now I have tried some poetry, it seems that’s all I can think of! The Five Sentence format does lend itself to this sort of thing I suppose…
Let me know what you think? Does it work? Should I leave the poetry to my betters?
Thanks for reading!