there was no token of your feelings
there were no good times
to remember
like a fish
i was at the end of your line
one of many cast out from your ship
you never even put me in a bucket of water with the others
you played like a child
thrusting me forth from the sea
to flail and gasp
plunging me back in
to drown in my own waves
for you
it was only a game
perhaps you thought
the fallout would be minimal
but i have whiplash
and there are scales missing
one above my right eye
that one was my dignity
one at the edge of my tail
that one was the lie
the five that surrounded the rip in my face
those were my pride, my idealism,
my trust, longing, love.
my scales will regrow
but forever there will remain scar tissue
from your harmless game.
the game ended
when i opened my mouth to show you
the broken skin
the missing bits
don't turn away and hide from me,
i am but a fish
flapping in your hand
so throw me
and i will swim away
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