A spiteful laugh hatched in his throat and spattered shells across her face.
They fell to the ground as she rose
And crunched beneath her when she walked away.
He sat where she had sat--

That's when he noticed me watching.

She had been the red fish,
He had been the yellow.
They swam in orange swirls around each other, their bubbles rising up and up and up
Only to burst.

I wanted to scatter canabis leaves across the water's surface
The ingestion of such tea would bring them anesthesia I imagined...

They push water beneath them.
He ascends her,
She ascends him,
Pride streaming between them like Betta fins.
They nip greedily at the leaves then fall to the rockbed below
And sleep...

Instead,
She left us.
He waits until he is sure she is gone
Then
Looks for her.

I sit and brainstorm what he should have done,
What I would have said,
But have never.

I am the most beautiful fish.
I am the color of water.
I have blue accents that are visible when I break the surface
Only to burst.