School of Fish- Delila Bevan Zavadsky

By Delila Bevan Zavadsky

Pounding lights match pounding headache 

Swimming incessantly 

Metallic foil clings to skin 

Fleshy bodies- slippy and slimy, brush 

Conversation wet, lingering and dripping 

They’re smooching, smacking their lips 

They gurgle and bubble 

Wriggle and sway to hypotonic currents 

Gulp down bright liquid and munch on pills 

Soon they no longer swim in straight lines 

And yet 

They seem to know where they are going 

I swim against the current 

Eternally lost, I flounder 

Drowning in the masses 

I cannot breathe underwater 

I do not belong 

I am invisible. 


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