Jealousy is like
A swarm of insects,
Within your bones and veins
With small feet- like knives
That cut and cut and scar
Leaving your pride stung
And your sense of self subsided.
Jealousy is like
Tar, thick and sticky
Leaving the words you want to say
Caught in your throat
The difficult words
Blocking your airways
Leaving you gasping for breath.
Jealousy has become
Another ***** to me.
It burns my chest, swirls my stomach
Flashes behind my eyes
Emerald green, a vial of poison.
I feel it as part of me
Just as much a part
As the parts of me
It made me loathe.
I live with jealousy
I am jealousy
The tumour, the parasite, the ****.
Who am I to fight it
When it has become so at home
For it is I who fuels it
And lives with it alone.