The Jellyfish The sharp sting heralds a rush of impending doom. Blueness of depth gathering, cloaking the peripherals of vision, in that vast tightness the squeeze of blood through impacted arteries, the hollows of so much water so many liquids that float the body. It is only chemical, this dread — poison burrowing and clenchingContinue reading “The Jellyfish”
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