Minnows **** the throb out of my eyelids where I jumped in the great pond and was filled with brine each fleck, a pebble for them to slurp like soup.
I will remember this moment by the clothes I wore take it out on yellow ruffles, navy strata hung attractively on metal shelves but would faint if I were to wear either once again. The accessories were similar. Had a fish unbuttoned my blouse he would see buttons where another female’s ******* would coarsen.
All I had meant to do was water a plant, feed the fish but their container had grown wool: I must dive in! It is better to drown than consult a quiet god. Upon arrival, I realized that this was like entering another species’ bloodstream. The waves sway your torso.
No wonder these blankets have become pink. Behind is a freshwater sea, accustomed to the float but not the dreaded sting. I have even drowned a few times: I shall curse the flounder who resuscitates me at bottom.