Sakura-Seraphim

They called me The White Whale. I dreamed of carving off my blubber, perhaps learning to breathe for minutes at a time so I could sing, because whales are elusive. The ocean is vast. I could have lived without another pinch, another poke, another he only loves you for your tits. Get a tan, go for a jog, are you gonna eat or assimilate? Their harpoons were steady. They had no remorse, a close friend told me, "I just want you to be healthy." She braided my hair, complimented the color, my eyes a drizzle, said there was a mermaid hiding in my shape, I started smoking the next day. I used to pace from the cabinet to the basement with armful