Fishes

I have always felt that humans were like the sea-

the unfathomable girth of their chests

as they inhale the decadence of their families,

the expansive ripples in their eyes

like the tides washing over their moral sense,

polluted in plastic

the sea bass trying to breathe through polythene,

coral reefs around the groin

something beautiful made from something dying,

the curve below his back

small shores under the cold water,

the littered hair across her stomach

swimming in the shells, slumbering snails.

Then there is the Atlantis

and I have never heard of anything more intriguing.

Within the ventricles of their bodies

the canopy of creatures writhing in water

collapse into the sudden darkness, the sudden stillness

shaped from the void of memory.

Caving into the unknown unmastered, untrodden

those submarines try to fish for something new.

We are contaminated from the convenience of our lifestyles.

We are sorrowed in the actions of our reflections.

I am forced familial, there is no family.

Us, we must look beautiful for the people swimming on our surface.

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