Algaed water clings to the side of the
fishbowl, empty save for the plastic
castle, covered in wet grime.
The terrarium nearby holds the flaking
skin of a newly dead python, lying in
bits of tail and hair from the mice it'd
scratchmarks from tiny claws on the side
of the glass.
on the desk lies a short shopping list,
dated two weeks back. fish food, water
purifyer, tropical heatlamp.
but the light burnt out and coldbloodedness