Basil Dribble

Digital illustration. Prints available at www.aliceachoo.com

I was tempted to curl headfirst into a snail shell
Living the rest of my days safe and comfortable
So I made the idea small and I crushed it in my hand
Into brown shards - sharp, unrepairable
Before I had the chance to ponder it
It’s hurt to live with hands open ever since
Sometimes I wish I’d let myself choose the safe path