In the palm of his hand,
For his convenience,
Lay a clam.
Fissures and fault lines
Made up the map of her shell.
A smile was barely visible
As he crushed the shell inside his
fist
Revealing the naked pink
Innards. He could almost see
Her shivering.
With a smirk
He tossed the mess to the ground.
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