Hate.
I fully deny I have ever felt such a negative
feeling.
But in my heart's locked basement, under the stairwell's shadows-
I have not felt it!
Jealousy
is green.
Vulgar, stinking, clinging slime
that grows under wishes
and slowly devours them,
but all my wishes are clean and pure
of course.
Rage
is a deadly
combination
of minutes and slights-
BOOM!
little sprinklers in my lungs,
warning wails in my brain,
mass panic in my cells.
Or so it would go
if I was so weak
as to allow
such disaster.
February 2 2015
edited 3-3-15
Lilly Stuart
:)
