5.11.11

I'm a fish.




I'm a fish out of water. In a foreign place. On the the ground. 
Gasping for a chemical to fill my lungs, but there's nothing there to breathe in.
To the outside it seems like I am trying to say something, opening and closing my mouth that way.
They think I'm trying to talk, but no syllabels, no words come out.
My skin is turning blue, my eyes are a pale red. I try to get into water again, I force myself to keep moving. My scales are drying, I'm glued to the ground. One more move, one more jump. Then I'm save.