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Rotting Heart

January 6, 2014
By Regina LaCarrubba BRONZE, Swansboro, North Carolina
Regina LaCarrubba BRONZE, Swansboro, North Carolina
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I smell these fish and think of you
The endless nights
Frozen cold
Sitting on frozen cold squid
Defrosting it,
well,
trying
Catching my first fish,
Casting my first line
Getting a hook caught in my hand
It didn't really hurt but I said it did
So you'd kiss me
Catching that little grouper
Rubbing the bellies of those poor pufferfish
But I smell these fish
Their rotting flesh
And I hate the way
They still
Remind me
Of you


The author's comments:
My ex boyfriend always used to take me fishing and then one day he walked away and broke my heart.

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