THE OYSTER
By Olivia Ring
May 3, 2025




A lustrous pearl I hold, formed from amour.
The pearl calls out, its voice drawing me in.
It whispers a future, one of grandeur.
Its fortune glimmers: a gleam shines herein.
I’ve heard the tales of its certain flight.
I could keep it, the pearl, harness its strength.
I ignore the warnings out of pure spite.
Extending my arms, I admire at length.
In line with fate, the pearl escapes my palms
I reach out — I miss — it’s gone in this storm.
My heavy heart bursts; the feeling won’t calm.
(They say, from within, a new pearl will form.)
So with sorrow and woe, I watch the tides.
In my hands lies a sphere, my grief subsides. ■
Layout: Jazmin Hernandez Arceo
Creative Director: Ariel Barley
Photographer: Manoo Sirivelu
Stylists: Madison Morante & Cynthia Lira
HMUA: Isha Manjunath
Models: Andreana Joi & Victoria Hales
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