Into My Shell Poem by Scylla Grand

lightning never ends
my reservoir descends
below the line, my mind declines
to depths without amends

instead of interacting
sometimes I retract
beneath my skin and stay therein
to keep myself intact

yet someone once would peek
beneath my covers bleak
would lure me out with fruit and sprout
then peck me on the cheek

the world right then was bold
with flavors - bright, untold
although I shook, I'd overlook
the lightning, ever gold