She gashed her palm opening the oyster. The bright pink meat licked its lips and spoke to her,
“You don’t always have to take what’s inside.” Rolling the oyster’s pearl with her fingertips, she
tucked it deep in the bright pink meat then stitched it closed.
Sometime later, her palm swelled and burst at the dainty loc that attempted to seal its middle.
The loc slid away and the lips spoke, “Sometimes what’s inside, takes you.”

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Aliyah Curry is a queer Southern bred writer, focusing on Black female sexuality and mental health. Keep up with her at theirdaughters.productions