keeping em short

mother of pearl

half shell under deep sand.
i grab it , pretend to stab
you because you defy.

it's my only recourse now
you've grown. but of course
it's just pretense, i'd rather
you just get a clue, sooner.

so you say/ here, try it with all
your might. / and i do. but you
don't believe me. say /do it again!/
and i do, i mean really try,
standing up, pushing against
the arms i used to pretend to push
against and you say /why aren't you
trying?/ disbelief so ingrained
you can't get beyond it. you're

bigger than me . time
to begin to realize how you
will be the stronger one, now.