- Vol. 04
- Chapter 08
A Fish Out Of Water
It's more dreadful than drowning in air than losing your treasured identity, youth, beauty, health, mobility, freedom to choose, to move.
I never chose to be an exhibit In someone else's nightmare world.
I have all the allure of a shrunken dwarf, the loss of esteem of a madwoman— what was once an aquatic dream— half human, half fish has morphed, monster-like into a frankensteinian experimental charade, now I sit, trapped— in a bell jar.