- Vol. 04
- Chapter 08
Trapped In A Goldfish Bowl
Glass light hurts my eyes, is harsh on the skin. You would never know that once I was young too. My full flesh glistened in the lambent light, I played hide and seek in the coral, rode side-saddle on sea horses, or flirted with ocean princes.
Now, starved of the salt waves’ nourishment, I am aged and shrivelled, My withered breasts are subject to titillated stares, mocking me as myth or the figment of discredited imaginings. I couldn’t be more of a fish out of water if I tried. Can’t you put me away in a cupboard somewhere? Allow me to be forgotten?