Fish

Hidden eyes lock away the portal.
She bathes in tears
And artificially colors life.
Vivid ocean blue blankets









The cold sink water and

Purple picturesque crystallized stones



Mask dirt sand.
She sculpts her pain into a passion,
Smears it on canvas, displayed.
Every tourniquet is torn.
No sound localization
Obsessive voices attack her.
No defenses,
Devout Mother enters scene:
Balled hands fly in the air and Beloved breath fails, intoxicated.
Mud tears run away,
Lip biting, scalp scratching,
Nervous habits follow.

She is clinging onto compliments.
Colors oppositely attract,

At heels, I travel as
The enabler, I quickly follow
In my new mask and cape, super---? She is orange and unstable.
I am blue and

unstoppably excusing bad behavior.
Scuba dive down
Into the fish bowl
There is no sanctuary here: Disintegrating plastic castle.
Defend her, save her.
Paralysis.


My friend,



The drowning fish.
I am barely afloat.
Let us expose this genocide
of hope.





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Alexandra K. said...
Sept. 27, 2009 at 2:47 pm
wow! that was awesome and i loved the whole thing and the imagery was so incredible!=]
 
StrawberryTofu This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 7, 2009 at 7:05 am
Thank you so much!
 
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