If I let myself sink into the Mariana Trench what would the weight of all that water do? Would it press on my ribcage until my lungs closed keeping me from breathing in any more pain? Would the silty ground cover my face and stop all these tears? Would this darkness blind aching eyes so I could finally be blind to all those memories?
On this day I have no fins or gills or flukes. My muscles don't flex. My scales might shine, but only on the outside. On this day I am alone. On this day no child's splash or friend's breech pulls me from the Trench.
On this day I am truly A Fish Alone.
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