The air dries my scales, crisp shards flake from my fins
Like a dehydrated gift shop trinket
The same air keeps me alive
Circling a goldfish bowl, artificial blue
Like my seaworld but anything will do
I reach the bottom of the pool and touch the floor
But my chest panics for the oxygen above
If I breath in will it drown me?
Will the water pressure crush me?
Is the ocean really out to **** me?
Pacific, tropical, reef of aqua, the mermaid's domain
But I need the dry air and the ground under my feet
As much as the lure of the sea
Makes my tail swish expectantly