Fish dying
Fisherman crying
Civilians dying
Or a dead game boy
Spitting up battery acid
Or a dead rabbit,
Chest flaccid.
It is hard feeling
Like this, stomach reeling
I can't believe what I'm seeing
I look in the mirror, but my reflection,
A vase of flowers unerect and
I'm so used to seeing a variety
Of wild flowers thriving inside of me...
But lately I feel like a still sea
And I long impatiently for the old me.
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