Fish Story

I fell,
hook and line.
But you forogt the sinker.
Silvery filament
along the water
puckered with tension.

So I breached
the surface world
like glossy koi
eating from a foreigner's
hand, as they are wont
to do.

Your pronged hook
in my lip I emerged
glistening,
onto the shores
with punk piercing
and your line in my hand.

I fell like Stonehenge
never will,
as people never should.
Some Rubber band
unbanded,
some glued twines
coming undone.

And this was the beginning
of unravelment,
the taste of metal
lying flat against my tongue.

The pulls of reels
and strands were undone,
DNA coming apart
like zippers,
a breaking sound not far behind.

All of the old stars
an dead universes holding
me together
gave out in a super nova,
and I lit up the sky
in fireworks across
the plains.

Your hands on my skin
made it shrivel,
compact.
The returning to
the size of smallness
we were born unto.

Falling and breaking
the glass bones
all 206 brittle
threads of my body,
into your arms.

The throwing back of
sharks to die in bloodies water
having their fins removed.
My limbs lopped off
unassuming,

because I fell for the glint
of something better.

Tossed back to
sink and know
I am no Venus di Milo
rising from the sea.
But was reeled
instead, hooked.

You heard the sound
of ribs shattering
of lungs punctured
and decided
to abort,
throw back
and forget.

The sea a vast tangle
of glittering lines.