Jealousy
Jealousy is an infectious disease
invading, then replicating
within my self assurance,
taking me down from the inside
Jealousy is a murderer
of the freedom inside me
slitting my sense of security with a stealthy slice
then watching, ecstatic
as my confidence bleeds out
Jealousy, the moody artist
dances around me in dizzying circles,
then sketches a portrait of what I don’t have
because yes, she does have to draw me a picture
lest I forget what could be
if only I were good enough
Jealousy is a covert dealer
trading in the cruelest currency
I’d protest but
I’m exhausted from
working against
Myself:
Now a clueless tool she uses
To seed herself in others
-Devi Simons
Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Writing Contest.
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