⎯⎯ ୨ Jellyfish ୧ ⎯⎯ ─- a poem -─ the light you produce is radiant. it’s too much. it blinds me. I remain held captive by your allure, your grace. mesmerized by that rhythmic, unthinking way by which you move through water. I watch your tentacles, long, trailing ribbons. I watch how they glide, floating out behind you. I see them, so maybe this one is on me. when it starts to burn, when the sting of you lingers on my skin i remain where you were. perhaps, this is what being close to something bright costs. the mark will fade. and I hope, that i’ll remember you, too, without remembering the pain. I keep adjusting to the sting, learning how to call it nothing while it spreads. and you, jellyfish, you keep glowing. and i keep mistaking that for harmlessness. *. * · - author's note - *. * · Some things don’t hurt you by being anything wrong. They hurt you by being admired too closely. At what point does this admiration turn into self-neglect? . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ poetry: @Q1nix ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ thank you for reading
