"La Sopa de Mariscos"
An original poem about my dinner the other night.
Don´t look at me that way.
It´s not like I was the one that killed you.
I didn´t remove you from the freedom of the ocean.
And I didn´t stick you in that pot. You were like me.
You probably tried to swim away from your problems, thinking they wouldn´t catch.
You weren´t fast enough but I will be.
I´ll swim until I know I´m safe and I´ll never look back.
They always say don´t look down.
I´m sorry.
I´m sorry.
I´m sorry you had to die so that I could live to swim another day.
I´m sorry about the sound it made when I pulled off your small shrimp legs and cracked the shell around you.
You won´t stop looking at me.
Do you think this pleases me?
We could have been friends if things were different.
Stop.
I´m going to turn your head around now.
I´m hungry and I want to enjoy my sopa de mariscos
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