Serpent currents
fish up friend food,
or shellfish not for you food,
dead end dread mood
and it says hide hide
mine mine
shame is the game,
this acid on plastic,
eating away my pride
like it and shame
aren’t two halves of the fish scale
when in fact they hurt the same
(thank you, Iroh),
so I put some baking soda
on this liquid glide
and I
rain love in the ocean instead.
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