limp

goddamn it. the only season in the year to swim at mission bay, i get injured. that's pure fucking luck for you.

.on a late saturday afternoon.
.brown bodies frolicking in the sand.
.i see a preganant woman in a bikini sunning herself.
.it's low tide.
.fuck.
.the sand is soft and warm.
.the sight of shells on the beach, sends shivers down my spine.
.the smell of sun block on skin.
.slipper off, shirt off.
.the smell of salt in air.
.the sun beating down hard.
.bare feet on shells.
.ouch.
.the wave rushes in.
.i plunge my foot down to the seabed
.KRAKKKKKKKKK.
.motherfucker.
.the sight of blood stains the shoreline.
.i retreat back to the shore.
.swimming pools rule.

to cut the long story short, i managed to bleed in Mission Bay and yet frolicked for less than 2 minutes in the sea and 20 minutes trying to suppress the wound.

i walk with a limp now.