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Goldfish With Wings

Jordan Datus (12) from the Fall 2023 Edition

I am a goldfish that is forever stuck in a small glass bowl
Placed on someone's dresser as if I was just a decoration
You had won me and took me on as if I was one of your own

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But as the months faded by slowly, 
I became neglected.
You stopped feeding me, 
so I learned photosynthesis.
You stopped changing my water,
so I learned how to filter.

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As my fins slowly turn from their what felt like ever-gold color
To patchy black because of your neglect,
I have to heal myself.
The ammonia burns just like it would, on your own skin leaving scars

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Knowing that I will die soon doesn't sadden you, 
Yet you are happy about my dismissal.
Now that I am gone you look at the space

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where I once lived and you cry for me.
Because whether you wanted to admit it 
you loved me and wished I lived forever 

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But in the end, I had to learned how to float,
and then sink which turned into learning
How to fly.

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Anonymous (12) from the Fall 2023 Edition

When I was younger 

she smiled at me kindly.

Her warmth welcomed me,

her uncertainty excited me,

and in her beauty, 

She loved me.

 

She protected me from deception,

Kept her closet door locked:

I dearly loved to play dress-up.

 

She let me watch from afar:

Within those walls, 

through the fog,

and behind the glass, 

were dreams not my own.

 

But she smiled at me 

as I tried on those dreams 

and danced in her forgiveness.

 

She loved me,

and then those dreams

morphed into nightmares

and I realized 

her patience had a limit:

 

Within those walls,

I tried on different smiles.

Within the fog,

I wondered.

I panicked,

Clawing desperately at the glass; 

An elaborate illusion 

So painfully fake

So painfully mine.

 

Those dreams were my friends,

that fog was my playground,

and that glass was my mirror;

she never told me

It was a picture frame.

 

Now I am older,

her warmth suffocates me,

her uncertainty frightens me

and in her beauty,

I hate her.

 

I cling to her forgotten smile

as I watch her hands turn

and the days tick by.

What I would give 

to have her smile at me

again.

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