• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 03
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Already the edges
had tattered into
microplastic: ragged,
eternal, eaten
by plankton.

It hung, suspended
in water, like jelly
from a wrecked medusa,
the bag handle gathered
like nerves in living tissue.

The blind ocean seemed to give it mind,
drifting with a purpose:
there forever, and
gradually choking everything.