Darkest Greens

Jealousy

Forget all other moments,
I hear her whisper forcefully
Drain yourself
of the touches,
the lips tracing faces,
the hands molding curves.

Remember this instead;
My tight cold grasp
as I squeeze your heart.
The unwelcome lurch
in your stomach.
Let me emerge from the darkest greens
in the canopy of your mind
and ignite the uneasiness and concern.
Nurture it.
Let me bathe in the festering misery.
Let it be my permanent home.

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