Dead fish

My liver is ruined. My stomach; it’s melted by the heat of the gallons of coffee my spiraling mind drowns on.

I don’t know what to feel- so I choose not to feel at all. As the sun shatters my skins, I can my scales drying; lifelessness colonizes each bit of skin I have left.

My lips are hooked in an irregular beat, a cycle that never ends. My mind spirals out of control until it ceases to nothingness.

Still, the dead fish smiles.

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