Jealousy

There’s a certain kind of turmoil that only jealousy can bring.

The initial sting a pinprick needle sharpness; a bumblebee’s venom pickling through the skin.

A sharp cold and colliding heat. A vague sickness that grows to a turbulent storm.

The blazing heat of betrayal. The cold darkness of loneliness.

The hairs that stand on end in disgust; soldiers protesting against the violence of the crumbling inside.

The sweet nothingness. Empty.

 

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