What the ocean couldn’t digest

Every dead fish… is just a memory the ocean threw up. Something it once swallowed whole, lived with for a while… then suddenly couldn’t hold anymore. The ocean doesn’t remember what it takes in. It just keeps swallowing. Getting heavier. Quietly building up things it never talks about. And then one night… it all comes back. Washed up on the shore like nameless bodies—cold, wet, half-forgotten. And the ocean? Still looks beautiful. Because no one ever sees what it has to throw up to stay that way.