I often complain about my cot
nestled neatly in the shadows
of the mighty mountains.
I run my mouth in agony instead of my feet.
My mind wanders.
My body freezes under the sunless shade.

Sunshine felt warmer than yesterday,
Melting the ice in my bones,
I felt calm and free,
Without a care in the world,
I remember wearing a white dress this morning,
As I sat, holding my cup of tea,
But I love this colour,
Even my sister's blood looked pretty.

jealousy
is an
ugly thing

it consumes
you
until
it destroys
you