• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 02

What you call me is not important

I said,
What you call me is not important
She said,
What you call me is everything

I glide
Muscle on cartilage
Scale on water
Defining myself
with every flick of my tail

Your mouth, so treacherous
Opens and shuts on words
That seek to ensnare me

Your words a web
cutting through my electric blue flesh
I bleed diamond shapes
before choosing another definition
Another direction

My blood glows
lime bright
even without you

What you call me is not important

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