she feels her heart collapsing as if every vein is giving up
slowly constricting, tightening the spaces around the only muscle
that remains feeling
the rest of her body is numb, cold by the wind, burned over by the sun
the sun’s light through the moon’s filters shine on her scales gently
as if there can be any help to one’s lack of breathing
half her body’s still in the sea yet half is a baited mouth, bloody
now the light of the moon is blinding her
she imagines the bonfire ready
maybe there’s still another chance after this
for her to complete her metamorphosis
to let go, to be free
to be pisces, queen of seas
torn between another’s hunger and her own glory
to simply be, alone,
be