Jealousy smells like gasoline and sea water (bog water)
Sick and strange
Coarse of touch and taste
Not quite hate
No one can hate what they long to be
Thick as tree sap to drowning ants
What you don't know
Is I feel it too
Like anger in my throat and venom on my tongue
Spiders, you and I
With a thousand piercing green eyes
Neither of us would see until the sting had come
Hands rattle
Fangs grind
False inferiority violates the torn edges of the mind
Indignant scowls (flaming scowls)
This is no child's game anymore