Thursday, April 11, 2013


He spotted me miles upstream,
Made the chase his work until 
He caught me with lines and nets
And I was stuck, swimming pretty.

He tried to set me free
At the bottom of the lake
With slurred whispers and silent air.
Didn't anyone tell him
that when you put something in a cage,
it tends to stay?

I'm a fish that can't remove
The hook from my bleeding mouth,
Too small to keep,
Too strange to let go.

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