Like a snail
she's learned to build a hard shell
to shoo away anyone
who's rapping on the door
ignoring the loud cracking sounds
of raps
who knows the motives of the one rapping
hurt her, love her
who could defy her?
the safe shell is her warm cocoon
her hideaway,
here no one can touch her
but her
and only when she comes out
of the shell's safety
will she let anyone touch the core of her heart.


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Published by Joanne Giselle Degamo