Ten days we’ve been in the air tank beneath the waves. At first, we huddled together, fearing the sharks kept us as food. At any moment, one might reach in with pearly sharp teeth and gnaw at our sides.

We realize now; we are spectacles. Our human zoo is dark, restrictive, and boring, and we survive on the leftovers they push through a filter system.

When we eat, they bring their families and stare, and they get excited if we move. So, we stand or sit, waiting for something to change.

Copyright © 2019 Bridget Webber. All rights reserved

Independent content creator, ghostwriter, author https://tinyurl.com/y2cgqhgv mental health advocate, and poet. bridgetwebbber@outlook.com

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