spineless jellies 

get a bad rap, you know.

they just don’t care for war

or confrontation.

they’ve seen the vastness 

of the ocean 

and the pitch black

sequin night 

below the shifting 

shelves.
 

i want you to know 

that i thought my softness

was sinking 

and my will 

was decomposing 

i was a daft 

flowing 

mass in currents.
 

now i am from underneath

what you call “heaven”

and I call heaven

from underneath you.
 

– sheila c.