As I lay face-up upon my bed, strange thoughts roared inside my head.
The ceiling light’s cover seemed like a pearl, causing my synapses to swiftly swirl.
Was I really in a house, pray tell? Or was I encased in a huge oyster shell?
Was I a man such as you might greet, or was I a great big hunk of oyster meat?
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Love this poem. It reminds me of Kafka's metamorphosis which I enjoyed as a teenager with added sci-fi (which I still like) . It's really clever the way you make what seems like a dream become possible sci-fi reality. Awesome humour and imagination.10/10 and now a favourite.
LOL My imagination has done many strange things inside my head, but I can truthfully say I've never thought I was oyster meat. It is a very fun poem and I'm glad you survived the invasion. Darla :)