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.