From the perspective of a zebrafish
Becoming a Zebrafish Extract
The constant humming of my surroundings
filled the white, square room I stayed
in as footsteps began pacing past the parlor.
Strong air from above gave the room a cool
frigid sensation like chewing a peppermint,
until the bright light from outside seeped in.
Moments later, it seemed I was singing,
everything was hot and changing
as if the fire nation had just attacked.
My eyes became blurry, the room was
spinning while two giants towered over
my naked, frigid pale wet body… staring.
I knew what was happening. They
were going to change me,
mold me like some raw clay
into something they could find useful.
I didn’t think changing would mean
losing parts of yourself to someone else.
I looked at my reflection in the glass,
wondering who I was going to be,
what I was going to become.
Hovering with its hard, clenched fist
was the iron piston, waiting to create
someone I will never get to see.