Like a Fish on a Line
You cast your line into the water again. As I start to get away you reel me back in. The hook pierces through my skin. As you pull me above water I slowly start to die. Trying to break free from the hook, I flail around in the air, but it’s to no prevail. Suffocated by air, my scales slowly start to flake off until there are none left and I am raw. You cut the flesh off my bones. Pick me apart piece by piece. Into your stomach I descend as nothing more than yesterday’s fresh meat.
i like the fishing metaphor. it's the nightmare version of there are more fish in the sea and i like the imagery. it could be expanded and maybe the twrrible-lationship can be compared to more brutal acts or something.
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