Herbert's Fishy Funeral

One of the things that I really appreciate about Warner Pacific is one of the same things I despise: the expectation to ask questions. While I find it refreshing to be prompted into thought processes of interest it is rough for me personally because my brain has a sort of an all-or-nothing mentality... needless to say my stay at Warner has unleashed a maelstrom of questions that are constantly resurfacing in areas of my life where they don't actually belong. Like my pet fish, Herbert.

Turning round and round again

Just can’t get that image out of my head

Bumping up against himself

Wrestling with his own reflection

Forced to stare down every reaction

A baby betta fish

College freshman first pet

How can a mere inch of flesh

Shake me so hard with its death

Maybe its the glazed over look of his eyes

Fighting so hard to breathe

He’s just fighting to survive

And right then I see it;

I see me in his eyes.

Turning round and round again

Just can’t get that image out of my head

Bumping up against myself

Wrestling with my own reflection

Forced to stare down every reaction

A sheltered little girl

College freshman first breath

How can a mere question mark

Shake me so hard with it’s threat.