Cabin Boy Blues
I am a churning, black sea. Ageless. Cerulean and white crest at my peaks- Angler fish gnash and jerk in my depths. My thoughts: a torrential downpour. I am unfathomable. I am unknowable. Even to myself. One misstep, and I will certainly be lost. I will go down with my ship. Not the dignified, dutiful death of a resigned captain- No, no. The puling, shit-stained death of Richard Parker- Consumed by that which I was fool enough to trust.










