Pink is a term not always reserved
for happy. Tentacles swish delicately in
the soothing cold water, waiting for
their chance to snap and wrap boldly around
warm skin, causing pain and discomfort. They like
the water to themselves, with no slight disturbances. They
give no warnings, no second tries, only second burns you
probably wouldn't want.
Jellyfish on a flesh hunt gleam in the moonlight,
daring lovers to come for a swim,
daring children to sneak from their beach houses.
They taunt with horrible intentions; the torturers
demanding submission, allowing no room for failure or
you risk the sting of the happy looking tentacles.
The pink jellyfish prep is a closet sadist.