jellyfishes wander through waves
oblivious to origin
or destination
their breath suffocating
as they meet death,
turn to the silent echoes
drifting through unknown tides
to a place
that doesn’t even welcome them
they linger,
mumbling silent promises
promises to watch sundown
where vision returns
where lungs remember air
jellyfishes,
drowned constellations
lost in the brine
encountered in the shore
unconscious,
always unconscious.
to touch one is to burn
their bodies blaze
too fiercely for flesh
death mistaken by silence.
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 9:30 PM UTC
jellyfishes wander through waves
oblivious to origin
or destination
their breath suffocating
as they meet death,
turn to the silent echoes
drifting through unknown tides
to a place
that doesn’t even welcome them
they linger,
mumbling silent promises
promises to watch sundown
where vision returns
where lungs remember air
jellyfishes,
drowned constellations
lost in the brine
encountered in the shore
unconscious,
always unconscious.
to touch one is to burn
their bodies blaze
too fiercely for flesh
death mistaken by silence.
silent cries
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