Slowly Drowning

Depths of Plastic

Head first I dodged the various inedible things, the things that made me sick. The things that got stuck on me, the things that got stuck on others too. Those things, so intriguing, were everywhere. Those things came in a rainbow of colors, some were huge, some were almost microscopic.
Some are thin and have little handles on them, most of those are white. They float on the of the surface of the water. Others look like they could hold things in them, those only float when they have a circular object on them. There's long, thin bendy things that look like a little tunnel, those come in many colors.
Then there's the circle thin things. The dolphins get stuck on those a lot. Their noses get in them and then they can't open their mouth. I don't like those they're hard to see. The most common are the attached six circle thin things, six! Six chances to get your nose stuck in them!
I heard there's an area a couple days swim away where the inedible things hang out. They say it's like a floating island of inedible things. I don't want to go there. They say it's dark and the inedible things trick them and poison them and tangle them and trap them. They say that few come out alive. I imagine it must be a dark and thick wasteland where inedible things are made, it haunts me.
The tiny inedible things aren't good for the birds. Once I took a nap on the beach and I saw a dead bird, it's skeleton full of tiny inedible things. I guess the bird got tricked too, it's hard to tell the difference between inedible things and food. Those tiny things are everywhere on the beach, they get grouped up with the shells. The big inedible things are bad but the small things are the worst, it's so hard to decipher between them and actually filling food.
I despise the stringy things. They're large and trap me. They lurk and once you get in them it's hard escape. The stringy thing on fin has been stuck for two days. It pierces me and cuts deep, it feels like it's eating away at my fin. I tried to bite it off and I almost choked and then I tried to swim it off but it only tangled me more. It stings and bleeds and stings and cuts and hurts and stings.
My mind stings with questions as well. I often wonder where the inedible thingys come from. I imagine they're curated from the scariest depths and shot up to the surface with incredible force. I often wonder if those who make the inedible things know how much it torments me for it to be jabbed on my fin. If I ever meet them I want them to know that it's crippling and for them to please not put the inedible things in my home. It really torments my beautiful underwater world.