Medusozoa

I could tell by her crestfallen countenance

That she was growing tired of seeing me.

So I tried to adapt

And evolve

To become transparent.

To blend in with this toxic environment.

Growing immune to her tongue

That cursed and stung.

Spineless.

Faceless.

Another jellyfish floating in her polluted seas.

Now at night

I beg for a wave

To wash me ashore

And bury me in the sand.

To remind me what it feels like

To be held

To be loved.