He's always just behind me,
barely out of sight,
His eyes are sharp, two piercing slits
glowing a sickly shade of yellow-green
His nails are long and *****,
with ragged edges and pointed tips
He slinks around, snake-like
and silent, certainly not human

Sometimes he sneaks up behind me,
looking to stick around,
to make a bed of my brain,
to make a snack of my heart,
and I never catch him until he's
right behind me,
His rancid breath curling around
my neck from behind,
His claws lightly tracing
the ***** of my shoulder

But as soon as I know he's there,
as soon as I smell his breath and feel his touch,
I turn around, willing him away,
And he disappears...


...Until he rears his ugly head again,
that old monster, Jealousy