The Shallow Spot gothic sits neatly in the palm

sits neatly in the palm

then pocket it

bound not by chains but by the fragile thread of her own yearning

The tray is set out without ceremony

The Shallow Spot gothic sits neatly in the palmThe claw was brought up tangled in netting, along with a length of chain that had no business being at that depth. Ives cut it free with his knife, thumb testing the weight of it before anyone else could reach. One pincer was gone clean off, the break rounded over as if it hadnt happened recently. It still held the shape of something that once moved, jointed and curved, the copper thick in places where the sea had favoured it. A green bead sat above