Jellyfish

No longer able to process,
Something lost in translation,
It had all become so unbearable. 
The jeering and leering of a thousand eyes, 
Bared teeth and wagging tongues...
It was the only way she knew.
Alone since 17, 
Fighting to stay off the streets, 
It was the only way she knew.
No longer able to move forward,
Desiring Ophelia's nap, 
She covered herself in a blanket of blue and washed it all away.