05-02-2016, 04:03 PM
Awaiting The Knife
I am a fish caught in a net stretched
across the river;
I can swim along it but never through.
I used to throw myself full force, repeatedly
with an aim to split a hole
large enough to escape through
intact, smooth scales slicing
through rushing waters.
Bashed, an ineffective battering ram,
I loll in the net, softly chewing at its strands.
While some fray, I am going nowhere,
my worn teeth no match for the tightly woven threads
that leave my mouth too sore to feed.
I can just barely sense the sun on the surface
above me, above this frigid layer I will not leave alive.
I wait for the heat to drink this river
until it exposes me, drawing what is left,
shriveling this scarred skin, finally through.
I am a fish caught in a net stretched
across the river;
I can swim along it but never through.
I used to throw myself full force, repeatedly
with an aim to split a hole
large enough to escape through
intact, smooth scales slicing
through rushing waters.
Bashed, an ineffective battering ram,
I loll in the net, softly chewing at its strands.
While some fray, I am going nowhere,
my worn teeth no match for the tightly woven threads
that leave my mouth too sore to feed.
I can just barely sense the sun on the surface
above me, above this frigid layer I will not leave alive.
I wait for the heat to drink this river
until it exposes me, drawing what is left,
shriveling this scarred skin, finally through.
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