I know you've always envied me
the way you shove your successes at me,
hoping to choke me,
but I've given life to the clay.
Now they come for you,
the blackfish,
the blackfish to catch you
in their teeth like pegs.
They'll feast on your conceptualized life,
believe me its nothing personal.
You don't know the blackfish though,
darling,
they're out for blood.
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