he floats in pools of champagne
and watches his daughter
from outside her window as she sleeps.
her priced eyes were sold for a new chandelier
and her chest is rooted in place, but her skin gleams
with the warmth of a thousand sons. she doesn't
awaken when beams of warmth dance through her
cracked open window or when screeches
of her father confirm his realization that
he's always been underwater.
Rhea Brennan is a sophmore attending Houston’s HSPVA for creative writing. She spends her days writing, listening to any and all records she can find and drinking probably too much coffee. Her current publications include Octopus Ink Literary Magazine and Catharsis Youth Literary Magazine.
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