Every Five Seconds, Goldfish Memories Being Famously Short, I Briefly Become Your Entire World

Our lungs may rely on different media to function but since the day I won you fair and square from the grubby man at the amusement park you have been my everything and, as we laze together in my tin bath and you winnow between my hairy legs, I wish that I was yours.

I have imagined frying you in butter: possessing you in one glorious gulp but how could I contain such brightness? You are golden, sinewy, delicate and I am grey, flabby, drab. Even as you flicker against my wistful skin, I know you would not have plucked me from the shelf.

I slide down the bath, let the water swallow me.

Soon you will find me irresistible: will nibble at my unseeing eyes, sucker delicately onto my bloated tongue, devour all my pointless fleshy parts and finally, finally I will wholly, irrevocably, eternally belong to you.