Amorphous

The first time I met translucence

It came both formless and formed.

I squatted before it

When a moon jelly washed ashore.

My little brother poked the membrane till it ruptured,

With something else from the sea.



It shifted in the light and I thought

Who told it to design its legs in this way?

Does it not know of its own beauty,

The intricacies of its form?



I am jealous.

I wonder how it feels to swim like that,

Mindless.



Somehow, it still knows it has poison

And acts accordingly.



Cut by its net,

My skin pulses for a few moments

Reminding me of my mattered body,

As electricity enters my veins.



I know I am nothing nebulous

Because it left its pretty pattern on my arm.



I am not mad. I know why it needs poison

Because what beautiful thing have we not wished to touch

And then destroyed.

a print my friend Celeste made of my jelly sting! — @cellyartdoll