Grace Zhang // GOLDFISH

Round, protruding eyes
Peering out at the world
Where she will never be
Able to brush her delicate fin upon.

Dragging her heavy, dress-like tail
To all the invisible barriers
That restricts her within her cell.
Her mouth opening and closing,
Uncertain of what to ask,
Maybe just curiosity and a million unanswered questions.

Light, darkness
Repeat
Waiting…

For food, water,
Or perhaps,
A purpose.

Alive, yet not living

Waiting…