She asked me one day,
"If you could be an animal, what would you be?"
I replied without a second thought, telling her, "A fish."
And when she asked why, I remained silent.
Because fish are just like me. They can scream, but no one hears.
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After Death
PoetryAfter one piece of you dies, what becomes of the rest? (Sequel to "Torched.")
