Bill Poem by A.J Fleet

Bill



I have a fish his name is Bill he has a dream he'd like to kill. I watch him floating in his bowl, his minute brain a pained black hole. At night I wake and feel his stare, he wishes he could breath the air, to carry out his planned attack, a troubled soul, insomniac.

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