Like a small fish you are of an entertainment value, possibly a minor comfort for a few days. Eventually, interest is lost and it’s forgotten. Only returned to when it is convenient or of benefit for another. Seen only for its vibrant exterior, sparking a diminutive fascination. It’s a novelty, nothing more. Has one ever looked beyond the exterior of a fish? Has a fish ever been seen to behold the slightest emotion? No.

Eventually, it’s disposed of in no other than the demeaning method of flushing a toilet. Dropped into the arms of a bitter shadow. It is done with complete detachment, viewing it as a mere object. A singular tear may potentially be shed by an innocent child but only as it felt possessive. Its miniscule value makes it replaceable.