Her

A shell washed up ashore

A pearly glimmer among a municipal of shattered sediment

A sheeny hue too lustrous, they abhor

The broken flecks too ruined to lament

Am I not quite so perfect to hang on a string for all too see

Whispers the undamaged heart

But not so broken to conform in the sandy masses of the sea

Let the weathering start

Just another shell swept up in her beauty

Lost in its terrifying magnificence