The jellyfish are in my stomach. They sting and poison me. The jellyfish are in my stomach. I think they want to feast. I’d like to kill the jellyfish and smear them on the mirror and through their blood see clearer because their blood is clear. The jellyfish are in my stomach. They play my organ chords. The jellyfish are in my stomach. They make my belly sore. I’d like to purge the jellyfish and watch them writhe on the floor and make them suffer more because I am so bored. The jellyfish are in my stomach. Their tendrils are my veins. The jellyfish are in my stomach. They’ve caused me so much pain. I think I’ll keep the jellyfish. I like this misery. I’ll keep them all to me-- you can’t have my disease.