we're on goldfish number three.
i killed archie. water additives forgotten, left waiting on the counter after scrubbing away the algae and she suffocated by the next morning. i would like to think her time had already come, but the weight of life on my shoulders dripped down between my ribs and i knew the blame was mine.
bennie wasn't here long. she had big eyes and i think she took it too literally when i told her to look into the light. i merely meant the natural light from the window.
charlie. number three. she eats like you wouldn't believe. and she's still here. swimming in circles, forgetting each lap.