Dorkish little poems and doodles.
I once knew a hedgehog
brushed his beard of prickly quills
and layed soft skin to his heart and underside.
Inside i felt a tired dismal spark
of something to be desired
yet longing to be ignited
I soaked his quills in oils
and did not let him speak
had his edges burned in my fires of truth.
Finally his shell opened up to me.
what i found was quite something else.
whatever heart, spirit or soul
had left this cursed corpse long ago
In trying to strip him of his quills, i took his life
and all that was left was something clean-
without sin, without flaw- but also