Not everyone believes in jellyfish woman.
So thin and pale her skin that
You do not see her until she
Is upon you. Too late then.
Her soft body, her tendrils touching
Skin and mind and because
She is poison you will believe
That she is beauty.
Because she is poison
You will believe her a friend.
All the while, jellyfish woman
Cuts you with a hundred barbs
And takes blood from a hundred cuts.
Leaves you floating and confused.
Later, you will recall the beauty,
And how kind she seemed.
So lovely, jellyfish woman, that you
Go back freely to her cove.
Into her waters.
Telling yourself the barbs do not cut
That poison is kindness
That you do not mind the drops
Of blood she needs to survive.
She is so beautiful, after all.
And the water in her cove is deep enough
To hide all the bones from you.
And all of your bones
From everyone else.