The Octopus

When she was young, she used to hang out without a hand out in a shell she had found to hide

in from predators out there to cease her precious life. Now she has grown older, she became

one of them and does the hunting. I got captured in the razor sharp of this octopus by surprise

after being surrounded by her tentacles full of suckers to satisfy her three hearts without

knowing what my fate would be. She has surely changed and does not fear no more nor does

she care about anybody else’s life. Ignorant of her actions, she hugs me with her eight arms

prior to inject me with her poison known to be a deadly venom. Initially, I thought it was out of

love before I knew she was up to no good at all. She defies her parental history, today she

has a conscience of her own. As any cephalopod, she uses her big head a lot. It helps her

move waving in the deep waters and digest the food due to its emptiness. Don’t take me

wrong though, I’ve seen her in action! While swimming, she extends her long flexible arms in

search of greens, seeds and I don’t know what else. However, she’s generally after wallets

and manhoods. She thinks I’m an easy prey to feed on that she comes after the only heart

I’ve got. Although she forces me, the bottom line is: I can’t love her if I have to be chased

around or be devoured by the viscous undersea creature immensely vicious whom she truely is.

People have tried to catch her but when trapped, she always finds a way to flee for an escape,

therefore beware!