sea urchin.

and the little boy said "hi".

and me, juggling beads of sand and water, sweating like a sun-baked egyptian slave, splashing freedom away effortlessly, say "hello."

the child smiled. i miss being that innocent.

he stared. prodded, and ogled.

he blink. screamed and chuckled.

i shall not lie to you, i was in fact, fuming.

it was one thing to be stranded, but to be stranded AND mocked, that was a cruelty that i shall not tolerate.

i wish i could move.

what fun it would be, to penetrate the child.

to drive myself into him.

to poison his insides.

i curse your malicious mind.

i merely want the boy to go. to leave me in peace. to give me a little pre-death solitude.

but no.

the boy took an old branch.

the poker being poked.

an irony in every sense.

i would give up a thousand sons and daughters just so i could prick the boy with one tiny spike.

send him running to the she-demon that spawned him.

but it was not in the designs. these barbs are mere defenses.

i cannot hurt anyone.

such is the fate of me.




a blind warlord.
a broken soldier.
a gun without bullets.
a knife with no edge.



a fuckin deadly sea fuckin urchin with no fuckin feet.






oh please lady luck, let the boy trip over that rock
so that i may prick...

his eyes out.