My tail pumps the water beneath me. Water pumps through my lungs. It's how i live. How i breath. How i survive.

But then i stop. Stop to choke. Stop because what fills my lungs isn't the same. 

It's thick and dark. like a nightmare you can touch. It's vile. It is new to the water I've spent my life in. It's oil and its out of place. Built for the machines and built for the humans. It doesn't belong in my lungs. It doesn't belong here at all.

I always wanted to see the surface. to see the people and be apart of that world. But now i am sure. sure that i don't belong. a world so dark and slick doesn't need more lungs to poison. i am too late. my lungs already denying what the oil believes to be its own. i sink. i hit the bottom. i now know where i belong. with the others who faced the same fate as i. i see only what is in front of me. the animals i once called friends. the family i once called mine. i guess it wasn't meant to be. The humans and me.