Swimming,
because that is what I do
That is who I am,
a fish
A worm dangles
in front of my eyes
My stomach is empty,
I gulp
A stinging pain
rips through my body
Metal has pierced my flesh,
a hook
I swim away
in fear, in fright
But it is no use,
I cannot escape
Yanked,
my body pulled
towards the surface,
then out
Into the sky
I cannot breathe
I try to scream,
but I cannot
I’m pulled towards
two men,
one big, one small
They smile and laugh
“Isn’t this fun?”
the father says to his son
It is the last thing I hear
as I suffocate
30 Apr 2017
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