fish bowl

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the fish bowl has cracked and is leaking its seep out into the void, droplets floating off into the great beyond, like snot-spray in slow motion. it was a glorious fish bowl once. shiny. new. cared for. big enough for all the fish to inhabit. but the fish were fruitful and multiplied. they made many little guppies to swim and consume, consume, consume. cons they grew to be in sequence, and eventually the shiny was slimy, the new looked like spew, and the water was a greenish-brown like…well, you know. then, one day, the orange guppy decided it was time to venture beyond the great clear crystal wall that kept them safe and secure. why? because orange told them that they could only be safe if they had what was out there. hammerhead went to work immediately and, as it were, here we are. the fishbowl cracked, the seep making its slow-mo creep into the void that will now consume us all.

POET’S NOTE:
Part of The Thinking Dark collection.


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