Goldfish/Where is it?

You’re a goldfish

Not like a normal goldfish

You’re mutated in some way

Radioactive, possibly with three eyes

Or one, or perhaps just on the inside

You don’t even grow right

A goldfish will grow

To the size of it’s bowl

And you do, yes you do

But you grow ’til the bowl

Is straining, glass begins to creak

Water streaming down the edges

Hairline cracks splinter into your sides

This is the way you test you’re alive

And as the creaking gives way

And cracking takes sway

Your eyes are bulging

Your breathing stops

Until the whole world shatters

You deflate, cut to ribbons

Bruised and battered

You wait for the darkness to swallow you whole

You get picked up again…

Another day, another bowl.

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