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About a Goldfish

About a Goldfish

Your fins are
tattered and torn,
just limp
hanging from your body like
streamers.
Your eyes dart around,
lost
from all surroundings,
searching for life,
which you are slowly losing.
Your gills open and close faster than I can blink,
never changing pace,
in sync with your heart,
so miniscule,
yet, running a marathon
through your skeletal figure.
Has your life persisted years upon years,
or have you been replaced day after day with
another identical organism,
a clone perhaps.
Maybe its that gold,
that iron,
that mineral
that runs through your veins,
pumping the blood,
propelling you to stay alive
just one more swift
waking moment,
or maybe its just
in my memories.

Faith Hall ’18 || Art Staff



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