Dead Jellies
Pacing myself like a dead jellyfish scooped up.
Disbelief.
That old vine.
Burning sandpaper.
Drilled into.
Willed away.
Scorched.
Ivy.
The worst kind of vine.
The unwilling.
And dead jellies.
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