"You'll still be the same person!" explained Merlin.. after one wand wave & a charade of stray murmurs.
My frame: nervous. "WAIT! My legs ain't workin!" Now surrounded by a swarm of spells, it rained cursive.
I blacked out, then awoke.. covered in liquid. Looked to my sides & seen a coupla fins with adjustable digits.
A sudden craving for worms like they're somethin delicious & an urge to search for someone to swim with.
I plunged deeper.. passing by bottles & loose change.. trinkets that mindless humans toss in the blue bay..
No clue who's soon to be gobbled & who's safe - went from the top of the food chain to a topping at food chains.
Approached a corner nervously, then peeked around a bit & decided to hide behind a decent crowd of fish.
Furious wiggling propelled my miniature scales such distances I thought my tail fin was an engine itself.
Almost there.. then the school floods in my direction with no stop signs to quiet the thunder-like congestion.
I've gotta muster up enough of my aggression to avoid these jolting figures so I can rush & find an exit.
But it was too late.. the swarm coursed toward. A smorgasbord forcin this four-inch fish overboard.
Drifted down & crashed against the coral floor.. assorted flora sores now attached to my form & core.
Forced to paddle with one side.. my right fin's jacked.. this staggered pattern will make me a nice quick snack.
A few broken ribs ache at my side.. the aqueous life is too dangerous, I've.. gotta find a place I can hide.
I hit rock bottom & made it a bed.. not wasting a breath coz I don't know how much anguish is left.
Never trust wizards - I shouldn't have taken the step.. coz the same place I awoke is the final place that I slept.
The Deep Blue Sea
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