unbreeeak my heaaart

…, a sickly slimy green. The mountain of crunchy fish flakes Jerry left has turned to mush, though I don’t care much for eating since my gills started to ache. Mostly, I sleep. Sometimes I dream of Jerry, beside me in the bowl, curled under the pink plastic coral, counting bubbles as fast as I can blow them. One, two, three, four… until I can’t anymore.
Under the Pink Plastic Coral
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Jess the Avocado
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Mar 19, 2024
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unbreeeak my heaaart
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Written by Jess the Avocado3.9K Followers
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Lover of the arts. Master of Applied Psychology. https://ko-fi.com/squeezetheavocado
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