the glass fish
you spotlight the sphere,
and with a closer look
an inclination,
your scales might shine in the right angle.
your organs stay on close display,
your molecular ribcage,
id crush you in my palm if i ever tried to get too close.
one swipe of the thumb and
your blood will wash over your iridescent skin.
i don’t want to poison your image, i just want to feel.
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Interesting and powerful. Nicely done, Arabella.
yes!