fish in a lake
escape
is impossible
when the night strikes
and the dew frog sinks
vomit in the pool
of drying water
dumping itself into the sky
mocking the tadpole
starving them of water
sucking them into the dirt
as the sun watches them stumble
dare i say, even leeches
deserve a better fate than
to dance in a pencil sharpener
filled with salt and ashes
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