Caught

Remembering how deep it gets,

Makes me wet.

Flash-floods,

Happen at random moments.

So deep in my belly,

I feel the hook.

I wrote the book.

I know the way this story goes.

The main character,

The fisher girl,

On the shore,

With her sweetest prize.

But not this time.

The fisher girl is,

A helpless silly little fish,

Wriggling, gasping, moaning, caught.

On the hook.

So deeply she feels,

And deeply she thinks,

Isn’t it about time,

I got,

Exactly what I deserve?

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