Dirty Envy

She stands erect,
with marble shined and
summer tinted skin,
a carving from a catalogue.
Long hair, long nails, long legs;
A gem encrusted spider.
They stare, mouths agape
and I stare venomous, quiet.

She speaks and flowers grow,
tall, confident stalks
that smell like morning dew.
Boys, dance, entranced,
grab bouquets,
and bestow them upon
their deities throne.

And I slouched in my puddle,
carved from emerald glares
and hidden ill wishes.
Thinking I’ve drowned.



21 thoughts on “Dirty Envy

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