Angel Fish

i found my heart
by tending
fish,

bond began with
careless
feeds,

just some shimmery
ornament in
need,

an occasional temperamental
glance and passing nod
when switching
lights off,

then the rains
came, and i rose from
graves lashing at mirror
ripping out
veins,

and you just swam
around an underwater
world, oblivious
and gay,

it made me smile enough to
crack and re-thread
my veins,

now feeds are equal part
fish flakes and
my pain,

and you just swim
around your underwater
world, thankful
for today,

some mammals
may deem it
dumb,

that i now talk to angel
fish more than
i call my
mum.

Grumpy Gorman
igram: 
https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en

…and either this is what they call growth or

i’m doing something very wrong.

12 thoughts on “Angel Fish

  1. I love my fish. I’ve always given my fish names, & I’ve always talked to them, which amuses my partner greatly. Stay safe. 🙂

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