“back when I was a fish…”
and I imagine her
sleek and slippery
in her waterproof skin
feathered fins
trailing shadows
like quills
across rice
her profile
slashed
by the scarlet
fan
of her gills.
“back when I was a fish…”
and I imagine her
sleek and slippery
in her waterproof skin
feathered fins
trailing shadows
like quills
across rice
her profile
slashed
by the scarlet
fan
of her gills.
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