If my shell splinters or crackles
Spiderwebs into tiny minuscule pieces
My contents will emerge
Splatter melt tumble aloft
The rubble that’s left
Memories of me scattered onto the floor
Tracy Houser has written poetry and short stories much of her life and has always dreamed of publishing. She is from Oklahoma and lives in the country with her two young daughters, two dogs (one very special three legged pug) and a crawfish named Cupcake.